I have an unusual hobby: I collect pictures of people I don't know. It started when I was a kid growing up in South Florida, the land of junk stores, garage sales, and flea markets, as a kind of coping mechanism.

I just like that balance of the real and the fantastical because as a reader and consumer of stories and fantasy, I always want to feel like I can find that world.

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.