It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.

It is, after all, the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster's shell that makes the pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters.

Write what you like, then imbue it with life and make it unique by blending in your own personal knowledge of life, friendship, relationships, sex, and work. Especially work. People love to read about work. God knows why, but they do.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

I've spread my legs in the backseat in a creative sense quite a few times.