Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.