Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

I was raised by my parents to believe that you had a moral obligation to try and help save the world.

Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.

I write everything as a wake-up call to myself and others, to anyone who may have gotten tired of hitting the snooze button.

Try looking at your mind as a wayward puppy that you are trying to paper train. You don't drop-kick a puppy into the neighbor's yard every time it piddles on the floor. You just keep bringing it back to the newspaper.

You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good at it.