My writing process isn't a very organized thing. The actual writing part is a tiny part of my life. I often write in public. I bring my laptop or write freehand in notebooks. Then, I'll read through them while I exercise or walk the dog. The very last thing I do is the sitting alone at the computer part.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?