I didn't mind getting old when I was young. It's the being old now that's getting to me.

My marriage had its ups and downs like anyone's, but when it came down to it, I knew it was solid. I miss that sort of security, and that sort of connection with someone.

If you want me to treat your ideas with more respect, get some better ideas.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives.

We've already established whoever is writing us is an asshole.

The story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat