Writing is like being in a dream state or under self-directed hypnosis. It induces a state of recall that - while not perfect - is pretty spooky.

Life turns on a dime.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

Even when love isn't enough...somehow it is.

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).

It's best to be ruthless with the past.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.