it's the thing you fear most that walks beside you all the time.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

It's tough to break yourself as news to a town that already knows you.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.