Beauty slips through the door of our rational thought and gets us to see the world differently.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
Within minutes of our first conversation, Karen Russell was describing the antics of a hypothetical sentient mustache. It would hail a cab and hop a flight around the world, she decided, sneaking away from its given face in the dark the night. We agreed it seemed a very mustacherly thing to do. “The mustache is not, like, paying its taxes.”