The happiest and most successful people in the world do everything in their power to avoid bad decisions that confuse matters and drag them away from their goals.
‘Y- y-y-you’re crazy,’ Tom said, and I could tell he was scared, seeing as he stammered one more time than he usually does.
Look, I didn’t want to be a high school senior.
There’s only one thing that could make me agree to dress up like a playboy bunny and parade around half-naked in front of my colleagues and library patrons on a Wednesday night.
On his first night in the house, Mark lies on a mattress in the empty living room with all the windows open and listens to the neighbours beating their son.
When I look back on my career, I keep returning to an image I have of myself as a five-year-old boy, out in the backyard kicking goals.
Don shoved the back door open, banging it hard into the wall. Eve knew by the ferocity of his entrance he was certain to pick a fight with her tonight.
The world is your oyster mushroom. That’s how one top New Zealand chef described the world of edible fungi to me.
I wear my parents’ wedding on my arm. It might seem like an odd thing to do — getting this event memorialised in ink on my left forearm — because they have been divorced since I was three years old.
Here you are: a novel. From my fingers to your hand, from my eye to your eye, from the crevices of my crumpled brain to the crevices of yours.
Laughter. I must be less than two years old (I remember the nappy), standing in a kitchen cupboard that reaches from the bench right to the ceiling.