We Buy Balloons, We Let

Hello, Halberstam," Owen Says, Walking By. Hello, Owen," I Say, Admiring The Way He's Styled And Slicked Back His Hair, With A Part So Even And Sharp It... Devastates Me And I Make A Mental Note To Ask Him Where He Purchases His Hair-care Products, Which Kind Of Mousse He Uses, My Final Guesses After Mulling Over The Possibilities Being Ten-x.

I Think A Lot Of Snowflakes Are Alike...and I Think A Lot Of People Are Alike Too.

I Kept Staring Into The Blackness Of The Woods, Drawn Into The Darkness As I Always Had Been. I Suddenly Realized How Alone I Was. (but This Is How You Travel, The Wind Whispered Back, This Is How You've Always Lived.)

I Think Basically Most Men Are Misogynistic.

Every Book For Me Is An Exorcism In Some Way Or Another, Working Through My Feelings At The Time.