Dreams: the place most of us get what we need.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

As soon as I knew that I would be all right, I was sure that I was dead and didn't know it. I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence. I waited for the moment that would snap me out of my seeming life.

A five-hour flight works out to three days and nights on land, by rail, from sea to shining sea. You can chalk off the hours on the back of the seat ahead. But seventy-some hours will not seem so long to you if you tell yourself first: This is where I am going to be for the rest of my natural life.

Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.