I write because it's all I know how to do. Writing is my anchor and my purpose. My life is informed by writing, whether the work is going well or I'm stuck in the hell of writer's block, which I'm happy to report only occurs about once a day.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

Pay minimum wage, you get minimum work. Nobody seems to get that.

All of us are subjected to somebody else's power at some point. So once in a while you kiss ass. So what? Either you make your peace with that early, or you end up living your life as a crank and a misfit.

Dream big but think small.