I figure guys are like Whitman's Samplers. I like to take a little bite out of each and then move on before the whole box gets stale.

Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see many people doing it.

To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.

Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.

I only get writer's block about once a day.

Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.

Pretending to be 'normal' is a lot harder than you think.