Do you know the primary difference between men and gods? ... Gods don’t think they can become men

Everyone sees different things.

I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.

Charm was the luxury of those who still believed in the essential rightness of things. In purity and picket fences.

The best thing that can happen to people entering creative professions is the dwindling of all other possibilities.

My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I will never love her squealing. Or maybe I will. Maybe I do. Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can’t remember when a block of it didn’t rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can’t be repaired. What, if lost can’t be replaced. I love my burdens.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade.