
What could be worse than having to be seen resorting to your own life?

I was a great many far cries from myself.

Here is a story in the worst way. I have no business being anywhere in it. It comes between me and the life I have coming.

Over and over, all I had done was say, 'There, I've said it,' though it would leave me feeling only exposed, not unmasked.

If I have a problem, it is this: there is a store where everything costs a dollar.

From time to time I show up in myself just long enough for people to know they are not in the room alone.

Desks are terrible places, no matter how many wheels a chair might have. You can't do much about how drawers fill up.

Dylan Nice's Other Kinds is the most extraordinary short-story-col lection debut I have read in years.
It is a book to be memorized.