As a writer, I challenge myself not to tell the same story - to tackle different characters with different issues.

I want those young whipper-snappers to know that in days past we actually used to kill trees and make those things called books.

For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.

hate is a virus, revenge its only cure!

We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies.

anger and jeaously are first cousins!