With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.

Love isn’t a thing, after all, but an endless series of single acts.

I went to college to study hospitality. I quickly got out of that and realized that what I liked to do was write.

When you are sixteen you do not know what your parents know, or much of what they understand, and less of what's in their hearts. This can save you from becoming an adult too early, save your life from becoming only theirs lived over again--which is a loss. But to shield yourself--as I didn't do--seems to be an even greater error, since what's lost is the truth of your parents' life and what you should think about it, and beyond that, how you should estimate the world you are about to live in.

If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.

The world is a more engaging and less dramatic place than writers ever give it credit for being

Paul Ryan, he is the real evil genius of the Republican party. He with his little hateful widow's peak and his smirky, snarly, simpering non-entity self, that's who I detest. Trump's just a moron, but Ryan is ugly and evil.