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.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

We're news junkies in my house.