I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.

Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.

I hope the strong women out there aren't quiet and they don't go away, because when people attack you for speaking, the best way to drive them nuts is to smile and carry on speaking, louder, more wisely, more intensely, more articulately than ever.

Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.

My wife, Amanda, is terribly good at warping reality. She is like a bowling ball on a rubber sheet, and you find yourself living in her universe, doing things that are completely unexpected or unimaginable for you, but you blink and you're up on a stage singing, or wearing a peculiar wig, or writing a book filled with feelings and emotion, or doing something equally as unlikely.