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!

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

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.

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

Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.

The 'creator' and the 'editor' - two halves of the writer whole - should sleep in separate rooms.