I haven't always been a writer and I suppose I tiptoed around the idea of writing full time, because it's so isolating.

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.

Most people ended up, after only a couple of months, so far away from where they'd intended to go, stuck in some barbed underbrush of a quagmire when they'd meant to head straight to the ocean.

Always live your life with your biography in mind," Dad was fond of saying. "Naturally, it won't be published unless you have a Magnificent Reason, but at the very least you will be living grandly.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens, and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a micro drop.

If I scribbled a few words on a cocktail napkin and showed it to my family, they'd proclaim it astonishing and more culturally relevant than the Bible.