Eat, drink and remarry is my motto.

Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t.

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.

Great minds sink alike, right?

He insisted on a single trade secret: that you had to survive, find some quiet, and work hard every day.

I realized that I might not ever make it as a writer, that it might be because I wasn't good enough, or that it might be because the odds were just too long.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.