A waft of sweet hash drifted by, and I wanted to float after it like Wimpy levitating at the scent of a hamburger.

All of us, at some point in life, choose our cliché.

You can't really compare hells. But I suppose the hell of being strung out on another person's addictive behavior is its own special thing.

Rumi will transform you, in ways you didn’t know you needed transforming.

I always tell myself, when I remember the non-stop self-generated hell party that used to be my life, I wouldn't be here if I didn't go there.

The art and act of writing - speaking just for myself - involves getting your proverbial ass in the proverbial chair.

Nothing ever turns me on so much in a woman as unhappiness.