It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

My father wouldn't let me take typing in childhood.

I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell.

I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.