I always thought I'd write when I retired - when I turned 65. But by the time I was 33, to tell you the truth, I was a little bored with drugs and sex, and I thought I'd do the writing thing.

Since we do operate in a binary world, if there's something that cannot be this or that, it drives us crazy.

I try to forget about the expectation that's out there and the audience listening for the next thing so that I'm not trying to please them. I've spent a huge amount of time not communicating with those folks and denying that they exist.

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.

Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.