We all move through the world collecting experiences we can’t shrug off.
I love to write about topics that other people would prefer to forget about—or whitewash.
Reading Busy Monsters is like crashing a party where Cervantes, Hopkins, Wordsworth, and Homer all compete at drinking games.
I hope my obituary is written by someone who actually read my work.
Quibbling over a comma might seem absurd to anyone who isn’t an editor.
