D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

Outside, the ocean was crashing, waves hitting sand, then pulling back to sea. I thought of everything being washed away, again and again. We make such messes in this life, both accidentally and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn't really make anything neater. It just masks what is below. It's only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.