I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It's the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing we receive. It's worthy of all the hullabaloo.

Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It's up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.

I'm reading George Saunders's story collection, "Tenth of December." He was my mentor at the University of Syracuse. The stories are mind-blowing like everyone says.

Art isn't anecdote. It's the consciousness we bring to bear in our lives.

I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.