I’m a writer, and everything I write is both a confession and a struggle to understand things about myself and this world in which I live. This is what everyone’s work should be-whether you dance or paint or sing. It is a confession, a baring of your soul, your faults, those things you simply cannot or will not understand or accept. You stumble forward, confused, and you share. If you’re lucky, you learn something.

Flight Reservation Systems decide whether or not you exist. If your information isn't in their database, then you simply don't get to go anywhere.

When today fails to offer the justification for hope, tomorrow becomes the only grail worth pursuing.

I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.

Few of us can easily surrender our belief that society must somehow make sense. The thought that the State has lost its mind and is punishing so many innocent people is intolerable. And so the evidence has to be internally denied.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.