No matter what I've written, someone somewhere has come up to me and said, "Me too." The truth can be offensive, but it's always nourishing, in a way….

The most I would do was use the shadow tool in Photoshop to bring out the muscular rips in my stomach, which were honestly there. Beneath the fat..

The truth about not having everything you need, not being fully equipped or qualified or allowed is that these limits are the nebula of creative geni….

When people meet me, many times they're very surprised because they expect someone who is kind of wacky with seven piercings and very hip and cool an….

I thought, I can't do advertising any more, so I was downloading all these PDF applications from community colleges. And I thought, I'll become a par….

If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the ae….

We haven't slept together. But we've napped.

Tracy, the leader of the CDH group, looks at me with eyes that seem to belong to someone three times her age. It's something beyond wisdom, all the w….

It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes..

Writing has enriched my life in ways I never imaged..

[Christmas] holidays are a heavy, heavy time. We make light of them with our red and green and our stockings and candy canes, but people think heavy ….

The Schnauzer listens to jazz. I listen to jazz because he likes it, and I have even gone to jazz concerts with him, but truthfully I would rather li….

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that..

What I really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug. I don't want som….

Imperfections are attractive when their owners are happy with them..

A lot of being a writer doesn't have anything to do with writing. It's ironic - I have to squeeze the books in, even though that's what it's all abou….

The reason I know what we are to each other is because we fight freely and almost constantly, about even the smallest thing. In fact, once we didn't ….

My thoughts seem thick, ketchup stuck in a bottle. Like trying to feel someone's face while wearing goosedown mittens..

When I first thought of being a writer I had visions of stacks of books in stores with my name on them, that sort of thing. But I never imagined this….

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody..

I never get sick of writing my own stories because there's a certain comfort in knowing you will never run out of material. It's relaxing, actually, ….