I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

Semi-facetiously, when people ask me why I write these kinds of stories, I simply say that I was warped as a child. And, there is some truth to that.

...you need openness and inability to do anything other than get to the point.

To write is human, to edit is divine.

Time is a face on the water.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!