I always think the insecurity is going to go away, but it's always there. Only bad writers think they're good.

Man plans. God laughs.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can’t see the truth.

I'm thinking of taking up golf, but the idea of spending time with golfers frightens me.

Only bad writers think they're good.

Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?