If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?

Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked.

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

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.

Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

There's no deodorant for desperation.

How do you write when you're not miserable? The solution, of course, is to make yourself miserable about not writing.