Sometimes Not Having Any Idea Where We’re

Staying Within The World Of A Novel Gives Us The Ability To Be Quiet And Alone, Two Skills That Are Disappearing Faster Than The Polar Icecaps.

I Don't Want To Stand With Somebody's Praise.

Only A Few Of Us Are Going To Be Willing To Break Our Own Hearts By Trading In The Living Beauty Of Imagination For The Stark Disappointment Of Words.

Keeping People Safe Is A Story We Tell Ourselves.

I Am Not Mature Enough As A Reader To Enjoy A Book In Which I Hate All The People.