Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me. Especially if I can meet with other people, in forums from illness support groups to phone-sex hotlines, and learn what other people know best.

Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?

That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing. That if you could eat or sleep enough, you’d never need more. That if enough people loved you, you’d stop needing love.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.