It's True That Every Day Away From

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.

Writers Don't Write To Inform Other People, They Write To Find Out Something Themselves.

Ours Was Not A Political Household, When I Was Growing Up.

The Small Seed Of Despair Cracks Open And Sends Experimental Tendrils Upward To The Fragile Skin Of Calm Holding Him Together.

. . . Crazy World Or Maybe It's Just The View We Have Of It, Looking Through A Crack In The Door, Never Being Able To See The Whole Room, The Whole Picture.