Art, art of any kind, shows that folks are trying.

I preferred that my bad dreams be vague.

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

The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialise alone.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

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

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