What is the meaning of life?Whatever you want it to be.

Being an unpublished novelist has about as much social acceptability as being a shopping bag lady.

Dreams can come true there [Los Angeles]in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.

I've been alone my whole life, I can't do it anymore.

Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.

I don't write with an outline. I don't often know what I'm going to do as I'm writing. And I do everything by feel and by instinct.

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.