I just like being all over the place and writing whatever comes to mind. Having the tools? It's such a gift.

No one laughs at God in a hospital.

All the monsters in your mind just want to be nice. They want to be kind. They want to play nice. They want to be softer than the storms around. You feel them through the windows and the doors.

I'm much more drawn to fiction, to short stories, and to plays, than I am to diarists.

There's something about trying to know when you really need to protect yourself, or else you're not going to get anything done, and sometimes to be really uncomfortable or agitated or annoyed or bored. Boredom is so important.

As you get older as an animal on the planet, you want to get a little more comfortable, you want to get cozier.

Love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten