Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn't actually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in your mind?

I had no idea how complicated and solitary it could be to write a simple book.

When I was in junior high I read a lot of Danielle Steele. So I always assumed that the day I got engaged I'd be naked, covered in rose petals, and sleeping with the brother of the man who'd kidnapped me.

If you enjoyed high school, you were probably a psychopath or a cheerleader. Or possibly both.

A hug is like a strangle you haven't finished yet.

Knock-knock, motherfucker.

When I was young, my family didn't go on outings to the circus or trips to Disneyland. We couldn't afford them. Instead, we stayed in our small rural West Texas town, and my parents took us to cemeteries.