I read about writers' lives with the fascination of one slowing down to get a good look at an automobile accident.

I might be confused sometimes in my head but it is not something you need to talk about. Before you can talk you have to line it all up in order and I had rather just let it swirl around until I am too tired to think. You just let the motion in your head wear you out. Never think about it. You just make a bigger mess that way.

I could wake her up and ask have you ever been to the ocean? but I already know that answer. She has not. You can tell. It would humble you I whisper to her sleeping if you for one time stood by something stronger than yourself.

It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.

When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy.

I am a great believer in variations on the routine.

You see if you tell yourself the same tale over and over again enough times then the tellings become separate stories and you will generally fool yourself into forgetting you started with one solitary season out of your life.