Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew

Guns Are Dangerous And Damaging Even When No One Gets Shot. They Really Do Loom.

The Kind Of Love That Offers Its Life So Easily, So Stupidly, Is Always The Love That Is Not Returned.

You Can’t Pick Up And Leave Everything Behind Because There Is Too Much Sadness In The World And Not Enough Places To Go.

You Throw A Person In The River And Then Make A Spectacle Of Jumping In To Save Them.

I Believe That, More Than Anything Else, This Grief Of Constantly Having To Face Down Our Own Inadequacies Is What Keeps People From Being Writers. Forgiveness, Therefore, Is Key. I Can't Write The Book I Want To Write, But I Can And Will Write The Book I Am Capable Of Writing. Again And Again Throughout The Course Of My Life I Will Forgive Myself.