I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

In my personal life, I'm a comic novel. But then, so are we all, because we're human beings.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.

Change isn't easy... changing the way you live means changing what you believe about life. That's hard... When we make our own misery, we sometimes cling to it even when we want so bad to change because the misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.

When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.

Strangely enough, for many many years I didn't talk about my childhood and then when I did I got a ton of mail - literally within a year I got a couple of thousand letters from people who'd had a worse childhood, a similar childhood, a less-bad childhood, and the question that was most often posed to me in those letters was: how did you get past the trauma of being raised by a violent alcoholic?

Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.