I never question the way I write. Writing is the only thing that's without seams for me. It's an effort to talk because my pictures have to be turned into these sounds. It's an effort to be alive. It's work. But writing is wonderful.

Once I decided to write, to be published, I knew it would happen.

Time moves only forward, never back. We look forward to a moment and then it arrives and an instant later it is gone. Like something on the surface of a river that we reached for but did not touch in time and it carried on, away. You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.

I hate feelings. Why does sobriety have to come with feelings?

I like, though, that people have a hunger to connect with other people. They're desperate to know that you're not lying to them or misleading them.