Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.

If anything I try to write something that would be more difficult to film. I tend to see film as competition and would like instead to do what books do best.

...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

I remember selling my first short story and thinking, Oh my god, I sold something for fifty dollars! That gives me the authority to say I'm a writer and to actually write more things! It legitimized the activity.

Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.