A little threat of evil is always the far better way to fill the seats. But sometimes the monsters aren't who we think they are.

All writers steal from their own lives.

So much harm comes into this world when the wrong thing is said. But that's nothing compared to the pain from what goes unsaid.

I tend to do something for two years then move on to something new. Yoga, then biking, then weight lifting, then back to biking. The moment it feels like a rut, I switch and search for a new love. It's like having a midlife crisis, but without the new wife or cheesy BMW.

She dumped me for the worst reason of all. For absolutely no reason at all...I mean, if she fell in love with someone else, or I did something wrong, or I let her down in some unforgivable way...That, I'd understand, right? But instead, she said...it wasn't anything. Not a single thing. It was just me. I was nice. I was kind. We just...she didn't see the connection anymore. I think she thought I was boring. And the cruelest part is, when someone says something mean about you, you know when they're right.

History doesn't choose individual people. History chooses everyone. Every day. The only question is: How long will you ignore the call?

I played Little League for one year. That was it. Then my mother realized I liked books and threatened my father. I owe her forever for that.