I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.