“My book is…the story of a woman that takes life by the balls and squeezes everything out of it.”

This bear is the only thing that acts like I should do something other than commit suicide.

what you can’t foresee can’t hurt you but for now poked in the eye / of the storm, we hover.

It’s one of those winter nights that makes you think about moving to Florida, telling the Midwest to go screw itself and holing up beside the Gulf for the rest of your life.

But come to think of it, to hell with that beauty. Beauty that is masked in shrouded anger is nothing worth living with.

The lyrics were incomprehensible to me at the time, but I knew even then that I wanted to be Miss American Pie.

As soon as we laid eyes on him, we could see the toilet stall he would become.

There’ve been other negative eras in American history, but there’s always been that spirit of resilience and resistance.

I feel like I’m in an abandoned Marshalls warehouse.

I touched her hand to know what something once alive becomes.