No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

I loved and still love watching words flower into sentences and sentences blossom into stories.

Keep on doing what you're doing.

Yes, writing is not easy. But can any writer imagine NOT writing?

You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?

For me as a writer, it was understanding that we're so far behind in our way of dealing with death. We put someone in the ground, we bury them or we burn them, and then we're supposed to just move on and kind of get over it.

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.