There are places that we are welcomed," said Triolet, "and places where we are regarded as a noxious weed, or as a disease, something immediately to be quarantined and eliminated. But where does contagion end and art begin?

“Do you know why dead people only go out at night, puppy? Because it's easier to…”

“I would read. I would explore”

“Set your fantasies in the here and now and then, if challenged, claim to be wri…”

“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, st…”