7 Quotes by Vivian Barz

It was amazing the things a person could get used to when they really had no other choice.

It was the way they had exploited his schizophrenia to their advantage, wielding it to maim a man who was already mentally crippled.

Like each morning he was putting his identity on inside out while dressing in the dark.

He knew lounging was dangerous because he could already sense depression creeping over him like a vampire’s shadow. In the past, he’d found that the best way to combat this feeling was to keep moving, as if misery were a barnacle that couldn’t latch on to him if he didn’t sit still for too long.

And thank God she wasn’t one of them. Danica squinted. “Wha’ Starbucks?

I really don’t have a plan when I sit down to write – other than having a basic outline. The best way I can describe it is that I just start typing and let the story go where it needs to.

What is it, he wondered, that compels the elderly to fill every square inch of space with knickknacks, as if each bit of junk they amass will add another year to their dwindling lives?