It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?

You can't always go to the well and have things be funny.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

Happiness for me is getting to write about the most important things I know.

She was an artist. She held opposites in her mind.

Life's passed along to us empty. We have to make up the happiness part.

I get very involved in the internal logic of sentences.