Anyone who thinks small towns are friendlier than big cities lives in a big city.
The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
That meant I could come back whenever I could manage it. And she was telling me to go. She knew the decision was too big a load for me to carry by myself. She knew me through and through. She had eyes in the back of her heart.
Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.
Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.
I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.