There is nothing about myself that I wouldn't reveal or write about. I don't care how horrendous or ridiculous I may appear in person or in print. There is great freedom in not caring what other people think.

When I ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, I could feel God standing right nest to me like a real best friend, watching, and smiling, and wishing he had a mouth.

You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.

The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.

My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.

I love to both give and receive very old books.

My brother was born without taste or the desire to be professionally lit.