The Worst Thing About Religion Was Religious

What I Do When I Create A Character Is Put In Details From All The People I Know Who Might Be Like That Person, And Then Put In A Huge Amount Of Myself.

There Was Nowhere I Could Go That Wouldn't Be You.

The Trees Like Lungs Filling With Air. My Sister, The Mean One, Pulling My Hair.

She Was A Large, Disordered Woman, Like A Child's Drawing That Didn't Stay Within The Lines.

But, Like Anyone In Love, Madeleine Believed That Her Own Relationship Was Different From Every Other Relationship, Immune From Typical Problems.