Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own--my words are gone.
All the Bright PlacesI am not an outsider. I am an insider who discovered that everyone else had gone out.
Horizontal - The Recumbent Adventures of Philias SwitchmoatI'd gone so far past my fear threshold, I'd completely given up on being afraid
Haunted on Bourbon StreetI am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon
Hawksmoor