Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens

Miss Erstwhile: “It is such a relief, Mr. Nobley, to already know that you find this exercise vulgar and your partner unworthy. It saves us the idle chitchat.” Mr. Nobley: “And yet you chat away.

I was under the stars, like a fish is under water.