It's an either/or world now.

I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.