I always look for a "rhythm" in my writing. A cadence to the sentences. Sometimes I think of pieces I write in a song writing infrastructure - i.e., a verse, a chorus that I return to, a bridge that's something differenct, a chorus that I return to.

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.

When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

Belief, hard work, love–you have those things, you can do anything.