If you're writing, you're a writer. If you're talking about it or thinking about it, I'm not so sure. Writing is ninety-eight percent work and two percent magic.

Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.

Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.

Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

The reason most people have kids is because they get pregnant.

People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.