I Lay On The Bed And Lost

The Strangest Part Of Being So Well Known Is Definitely Getting A New Yorker Profile. It's A Wonderful, Strange Process, Like Seeing Yourself Through A Distorting Mirror.

You Shine Like A Beacon In A Dark World.

I Lay On The Bed And Lost Myself In Stories. I Liked That. Books Were Safer Than Other People Anyways.

Not Only Are There No Happy Endings,' She Told Him, 'there Aren't Even Any Endings.

It Is Neither Fair Nor Unfair, Nobody Owens. It Simply Is