I Think The One Reason That Writers

I Tell Myself It's A Virtue, My Failure To Sleep In My Own House, Or At All. I Tell Myself That I Spend More Hours Than Most People Aware That I Am Alive, And That Over A Lifetime This Adds Up To More Living, More Aliveness. I Am More Alive Than The Rest Of My Family. Which Is My Greatest Night Fear. Which Is Why I Hunt. I Don't Ever Want To Be More Alive Than They Are.

I Don't Think Fake People Living In A Fake House In A Fake Suburb Are Any Less Dismissible Or Believable Than A Fake Psychic Attending A Fake School In A Fake Town. Nothing's Inherently Believable About Any Kind Of Fiction, Because All Of It's Untrue.

Whenever I Hang Out With My Female Friends, I Feel Like Context Is Never Needed. They Can Just Say Two Words About Something, It's Like Hearing The First Two Notes Of A Song And You Can Always Identify The Song. They Can Just Say A Word And I Know Exactly What They're Talking About.

Whether I'm Writing About Plumbers Or Psychics Or Psychic Plumbers, I Want To Find A Creative Space That Imprisons Me Usefully, So I Can Deviate With Purpose.

Home Is The Place Where, When You Go There, They Have To Take You In. In Other Words: Home Has Exceedingly Low Standards.