It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

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

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

Love can make up for a lot.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.