I Wrote My First Novel And My

Ashes To Ashes. Garage Sale To Garage Sale,” I Said.

You Never Know. It's Just. It's Like. Poof. And You're Gone.

That Tastes Like Hope Feels.

We’re As Likely To Hurt The Universe As We Are To Help It, And We’re Not Likely To Do Either.

Before I Got Here, I Thought For A Long Time That The Way Out Of The Labyrinth Was To Pretend That It Did Not Exist, To Build A Small, Self-sufficient World In The Back Corner Of The Endless Maze And To Pretend That I Was Not Lost, But Home.