I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they're handed, and that seems courageous to me.

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.