The lines we draw that make us who we are are potent by virtue of being non-negotiable, and even, at some level, indefensible.

It looked like just the sort of family Americans dream of having: dumb and loving.

Other people's devotions embarrassed me, perhaps because, like other people's kisses, they rarely looked genuine when viewed too closely.

Reason leavened with a little wit (if possible) is the real alternative to hate speech, meaning that there's no better time for it.

I've been told my old city possesses a 'thriving arts scene,' whatever that is; personally, I think artists should lie low and stick to their work, not line-dance through the parks.

Requesting permission from someone to be honest is really a way of accusing the other person of being so demanding or overbearing that you couldn't be honest all along.

Some strangers become more important to you than family, maybe because you're not expected to love them. You can leave them whenever you want to. They can, too. Every moment together is a choice.