...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone

They Resumed Walking. Alex Felt An Ache In His Eyes And Throat. "i Don't Know What Happened To Me," He Said, Shaking His Head. "i Honestly Don't." Bennie Glanced At Him, A Middle-aged Man With Chaotic Silver Hair And Thoughtful Eyes. "you Grew Up, Alex," He Said, "just Like The Rest Of Us.

We Live In A Moment And A Culture When Reading Is Really Endangered. There's Simply No Way To Write Well, Though, If You're Not Reading Well.

Time’s A Goon, Right? You Gonna Let That Goon Push You Around?” Scotty Shook His Head. “the Goon Won.

I'm Very Interested In The Way The Internet Has Changed Teenage Life. Obviously It's Very Different From When I Grew Up, When There Weren't Even Answering Machines, Much Less Computers. I Was Telling My Children This The Other Day, And The Little One Said, "did You Have Electricity, Mom?" And I Was Like Okay, Enough, Kid.

I Don’t Want To Fade Away, I Want To Flame Away - I Want My Death To Be An Attraction, A Spectacle, A Mystery. A Work Of Art.