Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. That's just the nature of the beast.

How good is different? I search stories for someone who resembles me. If it weren’t for books and Joe, “different” would just be lonely.

He’ll never do it again,′ she swears, but he will because she’ll let him. Now me? I’ve got no use for imitation love that packs a punch.

The perfect size is happy” -Garvey.

Son, don’t mind what’s missing. Count allthat’s free: friendship, laughter, all thelove your heart can carry, and time – count time.

The lack of goodness in the young gun’s heart was oxygen to the fire, and so he burned for a good long while before I woke. The dream stoked my faith in the judgment and justice that will come someday or this afternoon soon. I turn up the collar of my white robe, relieved to know that God’s got me covered ’cause I’m good, but not that good.

Choose whatever box you like, Mike. Just don’t put me in one, son. Believe me, I won’t fit.

I didn’t have much in the world, but my fears were my own.

There’s something about a blank page that makes me tingle.

I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.