It's really important to have this kind of representation for our culture, because there's not a lot of it out there.
It is Earth’s final snowfall / and everyone is here.
There’s a common misconception that escapist fiction is far removed from reality, but I would argue that it is simply a different kind of truth about another aspect of reality.
Promise me you won’t write a poem about me.
Don’t worry, I said, you’re the sea, and it’s impossible for the sea to drown. There’s nothing big enough for you.
Talk to me. Make me feel male.
But one is a writer, and one is a hero, because it is the only thing they could possibly be.
She knew how to read a newspaper article when she was five; now she cannot tell Chinese from hieroglyphics.
As I walked home, I felt it—little wings against my lungs.
Two houses, virtually identical in structure and appearance. Odd, right?