Hassler flips burgers on a grill in the shadow of the remnants of the Seattle Gas Light Company, a collection of rusted cylinders and ironwork that looms in the distance like the ruins of a steampunk...
He grabbed her hands and turned them over. Exposed her wrists. Traced a finger down her scars. Suicide hickeys.
His father asked Ethan in a raspy voice, You spend time with your son? Much as I can, he’d answered, but his father had caught the lie in his eyes. It’ll be your loss, Ethan. Day’ll come, when he’s gr...
I hate clowns! That’s not a real clown, another boy said. That’s just some guy dressed up like a clown!
I say, This whole time, we’ve been wondering where the controls are— But we’re the controls. Yep. And if that’s the case, then we have the ability to go wherever we want. Including home.
I wish we lived in a world where actions were measured by the intentions behind them. But the truth is, they’re measured by their consequences. Look,
If I wanted to bring you down, David, I could’ve done that months ago. If I wanted you dead, Agent Hassler—you and everyone you love—there is nothing in the world stopping me from making that happen....
It all points to the fact that my identity isn’t binary. It’s multifaceted. And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn’t just the inverse...
It was the strangest sort of fear. Unspecified. Like walking in the woods at night, not knowing exactly what you should be afraid of, and the fear all the more potent precisely because of its mystery.
It’s the beautiful thing about youth. There’s a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forming out ahead is pure, unlim...
I’m often asked how Chad and I approach the process of cowriting a script. We figured out an egalitarian method (well, to be fair, it was Chad’s idea).
Last year, the morning of the day he died in a nursing home, wasted from age and pneumonia, his father asked Ethan in a raspy voice, You spend time with your son? Much as I can, he’d answered, but his...
Nearby, another homeless man is standing in the middle of the sidewalk, having a full-volume conversation with nobody. I think, Am I so different? Aren’t we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyon...
Next morning, Letty cabbed out to an IHOP in the xeriscaped burbs, several miles west of the glitz of the Strip. The emotion of the previous night still clung.
No wallet. No money clip. No ID. No keys. No phone. Just a small Swiss Army knife in one of the inner pockets.
On my own, the ordinariness of the moment is almost too much to stand. I glance around the restaurant, taking in the faces of the waiters, the customers. Two dozen noisy conversations mixing into a ki...
On the minus side, I’d been driving for six straight hours, and I was hungry, tired, and needed to pee. I also needed gas, according to my gauge. Maybe Murray could take care of all my needs. Assuming...
Remember how it’s a right-then-and-there, in-or-out, yes-or-no proposition? I do. Well, this is exactly like that. I need a yes or no right now. And before you answer, I have to be straight with you....
Run, Scott hissed. They’re coming.
She shut the door, slid the seat forward, and slipped the same key that had opened the door into the ignition. If this were a movie, the car wouldn’t start, she thought. The engine roared to life.
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