Reality is as thin as paper, and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.
The Street of CrocodilesWe start each day with a blank sheet of paper in front of us, and what we write on it is up to us.
The Shadow GirlI love working with my hands. My writing is rough, my paper bruised with ink stains.
Some Inspiration for the OverenthusiasticPhysical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
Paper TownsJesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives.
Paper TownsI’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
Paper TownsAt some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.
Paper TownsThinking of this friend I had. This friend I loved and keep loving--dead, but never really gone.
Paper Valentine