I have two amazing things in my life: I'm pain-free and I'm debt-free.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

I started writing seriously when I was about 12. I am always in the mood.

I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).

Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.