I Read Three Books A Week.

Sometimes You Must Shed Your Skin To Save It.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.

I Watch His Hands, They're Lumpy But Clever. "is There A Word For Adults When They Aren't Parents?" Steppa Laughs. "folks With Other Things To Do?

I Really Like To Keep My Palette Small But To Be Very Intense, Very Myopic.

It’s Called Mind Over Matter. If We Don’t Mind, It Doesn’t Matter.” When A Bit Of Me Hurts, I Always Mind.