Teenage life - possibly adult life too is all about what you want and can’t have. And then about what you receive and misuse.

As I get older I find that the friendships that are the most certain, ultimately, are the ones where you and the other person have made substantial amounts of money for one another.

To the resentment that hides inside love, to the loneliness that hides among companions.

Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.

The key to mostly anything is pretending your first time isn't.

You discovered yourself and what really mattered only after you passed through the lens of the fairy tale, imposed on every human female and male alike, that someone existed out in the forest of the world for you to love and marry.

I don't write about anything I don't love even if that love sometimes gets all screwed up and tormented.