If You Let People Into Your Life

The People Who Loved Me When I Was Seven Years Old Love My Books, And The People Who Didn't Like Me When I Was Seven Years Old Don't Like My Books.

Sometimes It's Called Passing Out And Sometimes It's Just Pretending To Be Asleep

That's The Whole Point Of Life, You Know? To Meet New People.

Also Because I'm Ambiguously Ethnic Looking, You Know, I Come To New York And I Can Be Anything. People Generally Think I'm Half Of Whatever They Are.

I Write In Blood Because I Remember What It Felt Like To Bleed.