What was going on inside of me became louder because everything around me became quieter.

I'm very disciplined, but the one thing that I have addictive behavior about is the Internet.

The truth is in the present moment.

When a writer's whole being is poured into a piece of work, there is never enough. The feeling of finally getting to the end of a piece of work, of making it as good as you can at that moment, is more of a relief than anything else, and then you wait for reviews.

As a writer we are our own instruments; we need to protect our instrument, because no one will protect it if we don't.

I needed to slow down and quiet down deeply into a lot of these questions, yet at the same time what I was looking for, and continue to, is a way to have this exist within a regular, normal, modern life.

We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache. In fact, to love - fully, madly, deeply - is the ensure heartache some day.