If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

Zombies are the new vampire.

She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.

In many ways, Eulah-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred-pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.

The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.