“Does it sting like this because I've been robbed or because it was never mine to steal? ... Maybe an idea, like love, cannot ever be stolen away, just as it cannot ever have belonged to me and only me.” — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Everything I write is for her; none of it is ever good enough.” — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“The best thing to do—usually—was to let him play these things out. Who was I to tell a genius it was time to put… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Each time it goes around a little bit, a second goes away.” “Where?” I asked, as the pendulum swung again. And again. He winked… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“After I charge their brains with my own brand of skeptical electricity, I unleash them—the New Cynics—upon a world that is slowly and happily… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“We couldn’t stop following the news. Every ten seconds we refreshed our browsers and gawked at the headlines. Dully we read blogs of friends… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Does it sting like this because I've been robbed or because it was never mine to steal? ... Maybe an idea, like love, cannot… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“Everything I write is for her; none of it is ever good enough.” — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“This fountain commemorates Luxembourg’s two national poets—Lentz and Dicks,’” Jeffrey reads. “That had to be a tough name to get through school with.” I… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“The travel sites all describe Luxembourg as a fairy tale come to life, but it feels less like a Grimm land of trolls and… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“He extends a hand, larger than a dinner plate, and I have no choice but to shake it. I think I can feel my… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“We came to the city because we wished to live haphazardly, to reach for only the least realistic of our desires, and to see… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“She’s just this character to you. Both of us are! And we always have been. You don’t know what goes on in our heads.… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
“the world.” Jeffrey just shakes his head. “You don’t know what it was like. You weren’t there when things got really bad. That Haslett… — Kristopher Jansma Copy Share Image
