You Small Mortals Don't Realize The Power

Granana Doesn't Understand What The Big Deal Is. She Didn't Cry At Olivia's Funeral, And I Doubt She Even Remembers Olivia's Name. Granana Lost, Like, Ninety-two Million Kids In Childbirth. All Of Her Brothers Died In The War. She Survived The Depression By Stealing Radish Bulbs From Her Neighbors' Garden, And Fishing The Elms For Pigeons. Dad Likes To Remind Us Of This In A Grave Voice, As If It Explained Her Jaundiced Pitilessness: "boys. Your Grandmother Ate Pigeons."

I Am Extremely Close To My Brother, Kent, And My Sister, Lauren, Who Have Been Remarkably Understanding About All Of My Weird Sibling Tales.

I Came To Hate The Complainers, With Their Dry And Crumbly Lipsticks And Their Wrinkled Rage And Their Stupid, Flaccid, Old-people Sun Hats With Brims The Breadth Of Saturn's Rings.

Mythology Is A Really Beautiful Vocabulary Passed Down Through Centuries That Helps Us Understand The Perennial Parts Of Our Nature.

I Do Think There's Something When You Have An Unbroken Day, And It Feels Like You And Your Attention Can Just Be Together Like Birds Again And You Can Actually Think And Dream A Little.