When you lose someone, a whole lot of perfectly normal circumstances suddenly take on different meaning. You see it in a different light. You wonder if they knew. I wondered. Doctors have told me that people do have a sense of their own approaching death.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

Anything worth having has its price.

If you aren't aware of the reader, you're working in a vacuum.

I don't write for catharsis; I have to write to understand.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion will live here in only the most temporary way.