Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

...let the emotional weight of a scene rest on the dialogue wherever possible. This is the easy way to avoid overinterpretation, which seems to be what turns a scene from sympathetic to sentimental.

With my friends, I don't feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.