The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.

Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

You cannot be the person they know and the great, glorious person you want to become. Not at the same time.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

Alternating the thoughtful task of writing with the mindless work of laundry or dish washing will give you the breaks you need for new ideas and insights to occur. If you don't know what comes next in the story... clean your toilet. Change the bed sheets. For Christ sakes, dust the computer. A better idea will come.

I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.