The first real terror struck him then, and there was nothing supernatural about it. It was only a realization of how easy it was to trash your life. That was what was so scary. You just dragged the fan up to everything you had spent the years raking together and turned the motherfucker on.

Want a Coke?” Abra asked. “Sugar solves lots of problems, that’s what I think.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

Paul LePage has become a terrible embarrassment to the state I live in and love. If he won't govern, he should resign.

He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.

Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.