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

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

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

I don't want to be taken to Bhutan and smell the flowers. I want to be told something I couldn't have been told any other way.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

I didn't feel up to writing about 9/11. If I were to write about it, it would take me years.

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