March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

I enjoy writing about people falling in love, probably because I think the first time you fall in love is the first time that you have to figure out how you're going to orient your life. What are you going to value? What's going to be most important to you? And I think that's really interesting to write about.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?