I am girl of definitions, of logic, of black and white.Remember this.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
They murdered him.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
I should probably start with the blood.
All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.
There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.
When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets, Papa would say, she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with...
I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn
NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as me...
Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.