That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

A good story should make you laugh, and a moment later break your heart.

After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.