The summer I turned eleven, I found out that ghosts are real. Guess it’s hard to rest nice and easy in your coffin if you got stuff on your mind. Your soul stays chained to...

We’re all stories, in the end.

Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize...

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

The truth does not need a number of supporters for authenticity. One person among the lot can be the only truthful out of the ten; 11 people out of 12 may be on the truthful...

Okay then. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgment. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed...