I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and I'm enjoying it.

I’ve never been one to tear the social fabric.

And once I wanted to be a fireman. Then.

I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else either.

To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to have some kind of guiding principle. A belief of some kind.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they’d be my best friend. Other times you’re being interviewed by a complete jerk.

It’s always obvious to me when someone is looking at me with an idea of who I am and hoping that that’s the person I’m going to be. No matter how subtle it is, it’s there, and you want to give them who they really want. But it ain’t me.

The ‘creator’ and the ‘editor’ – two halves of the writer whole – should sleep in separate rooms.

I notice when I’m on these trips, I read like mad. It’s the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they’re handed, and that seems courageous to me.