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

I've always known when I start a story what the last line is. It's always been the case, since the first story I ever wrote. I don't know how it's going to get there, but I seem to need the destination. I need to know where I end up. It never changes, ever.

It was like that class at school where the teacher talks about Realization, about how you could realize something big in a commonplace thing. The example he gave--and the liar said it really happened--was that once while drinking orange juice, he'd realized he would be dead someday. He wondered if we, his students, had had similar 'realizations.' Is he kidding? I thought. Once I cashed a paycheck and I realized it wasn't enough. Once I had food poisoning, and realized I was trapped inside my body.

The only time the word baby doesn't scare me is the time that it should, when it is what a man calls me.

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

I meet a person, and in my mind I'm saying three minutes; I give you three minutes to show me the spark.

They say the smart dog obeys but the smarter dog knows when to disobey.