I've never contended that I had a really horrible life.
The emotional stakes a memoirist bets with could not be higher, and it's physically enervating. I nap on a daily basis like a cross-country trucker.
Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.
I tell people not to write too soon about their lives. Writing about yourself too young is loaded with psychological complexities.
Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild.
I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.