Let’s face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.
If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write.
Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.
I had a period where I thought I might not be good enough to publish.
God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.
I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.
We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.
We’re news junkies in my house.
I never saw any of my dad’s stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.
This is not a bad life.
It’s better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.
Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.
You have to stay faithful to what you’re working on.
And in real life endings aren’t always neat, whether they’re happy endings, or whether they’re sad endings.
I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.