As a writer, you should have a sticky soul; the act of continually taking things in should be as much a part of you as your hair color.

There are some things you never say good-bye to

Sometimes I try to remember things my mother told me about the awful way he was raised. But why does he have to keep on going? Why would you take something bad out of your mouth and hand it to another, saying, Here, eat this?

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

*We give so little when it's in us always to give so much more. It's bothering to listen with an open heart to someone who smells bad. It's hard.

People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?

You don't get everything all at once. You wait.