The idea that America exists in a culture of violence is bullshit. What America exists in is a culture of Kardashian.

A place is yours when you know where all the roads go.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.

The most important things are the hardest to say

Adults are the real monsters.