Epic death is too good for us.
There is the failure to do what’s expected of me, and the failure to do what I expect of myself.
It's strange to have moments of gratitude for something that’s slowly ruining a person you love.
The things we hope for in life—stability, moments of unexpected joy and recognition, the creation of a kind of legacy—are the same things many of us look for in what we read, and in what we write.
Islamic terrorism hasn’t occurred in a vacuum. If people wanted to hear from Muslims, they could have asked us a long time ago.
Desire humiliates you; channel it upwards.
The homogeneity in a week’s worth of Midwestern skies is rivalled only in the unspooling of a single day.
Credit has always been a nebulous idea in the world of hip-hop.
Why do something if you're just going to cry about it?
Cities change, and the way that writers write about them changes as well. A place's past can act as a kind of call to arms, or it can become the backdrop for a different kind of story.