We haven't slept together. But we've napped

I'm always prepared for the worst.

And human instinct is ancient and reliable, utterly mysterious and possibly capable of great genius. I believe that refined, fluent instincts are a person's most valuable asset. My own instincts have repeatedly guided me against the grain of logic and probability. When I have trusted and followed their direction, they have never been wrong. I don't know how or why. But I know that every significant experience-positive or negative-sharpens them and makes them more accurate.

Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.

Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself. It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.

I don't have a fixed routine. I write every day but I don't "write" every day, if that makes any sense. In other words, I email with my friends constantly and sometimes I'll pull out something I've written and save it.

My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.