Some people won't go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the windows rolled up, and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room service.

Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.