I was struck with a bolt of distilled horror like I have never known before. Far worse than suddenly finding yourself walking through a prison cafeteria wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a Jane Fonda headband.

Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.

I think writers tend to be experience junkies, and I think they also tend to want to be on the outside looking in.

My subconscious does the writing; I don't have control over that.

After I got my coffee, I leaned against a stop sign and sipped, pretending it was a normal day and I was only up this early so that I could go running and not because I'd just been on a killing spree.

Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.

You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.