Show me what a man hates and I'll show you what he is.

There was quantum mechanics, string theory, and then there was the most mind-bending frontier of the natural world, women.

Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

God, the boring relative everyone ignores--no one calls, no one writes--until they need a serious favor.

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

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

Always live your life with your biography in mind.