Hope Is Cruel. Hope Reminds Me Of

I Still Try To Make The "next" Book My "best" Book. I Want To Grip And Move You In Unexpected Ways.

Memories, You See, Hurt. The Good Ones Most Of All.

You Don't Worry About Happiness And Fulfilment When You're Starving.

I Pretty Much Only Wear Lilly Pulitzer Ties Because My Best Friend Owns The Company.

A Dancer On Break Approached Him. She Smiled. Each Tooth Was Angled In A Different Direction, As If Her Mouth Were The Masterwork Of A Mad Orthodontist. "hi," She Said. "hi." "you're Really Cute." "i Don't Have Any Money." She Spun And Walked Away. Ah, Romance.