My style is colloquial storytelling. It's the way we tell stories to one another - it's not writerly, it's not overdone.

...Drifting downstream in a row boat doesn't count against your life span.

Yeah, well, asparagus is good for me, but it still makes me want to throw up.

A guy who hates his job isn't going to be too charming at home.

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

Love between two people can last a long time if the people love themselves some, and are ready to give love to another person.

NOOOO!" On the screen, a woman's eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream. Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home.