Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

A writer turns his life into material, and if you’re in his life, he uses yours, too.

The lines we draw that make us who we are are potent by virtue of being non-negotiable, and even, at some level, indefensible.

I've been told my old city possesses a 'thriving arts scene,' whatever that is; personally, I think artists should lie low and stick to their work, not line-dance through the parks.

I love reference books, especially collections of memorable quotations, almanacs, and atlases. Facts to me are like candy or popcorn - small, tasty delights - and I like to gorge on them now and then.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.