I’m like America ” he said. Stephanie swung around to look at him unnerved. “What are you talking about ” she said. “Are you off your meds ” “Our hands are dirty ” Jules said.

Americans are less selfish than some of our politicians believe and will respond with reason and resilience to passionate clarity.

When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened?

I find myself thinking more about the past as I get older... maybe because there's just more of it to think about. At the same time, I'm less haunted by it than I was as a younger person. I guess that's probably the ideal: to reach a point where you have access to all of your memories, but you don't feel victimized by them.

That adage about 'Write what you know' is basically the opposite of the way I function. I write about what I'm curious to find out.

It's finished. Everything went past, without me.

Be willing and unafraid to write badly, because often the bad stuff...forms a base on which to build something better.