Everything truly important is washable.
My worst nightmare is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read.
I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.
A good title holds magic, some cognitive dissonance, a little grit between the teeth, but above all it is the jumping-off place into wonder.
Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you're contagious.
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.