And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

I've been trying to write. I also spent a lot of time on different campuses, in conversation, helping other writers. That's what I do: I teach them writing.

This is what I know: people's hopes go on forever.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.

Nobody warned me that when you fall in love, you really fall in love forever.

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?