Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.
But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.
The truth is, there is no line. There’s only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you. Or who isn’t.
All who are born are always dying.
But common sense has no place in first love and never has.
Shouldn’t the world stop? Don’t they know what has happened to me?
The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it’s all an accident.
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.
Lost love is still love.
Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father’s love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.
It was sad, the imbalance of it all. Why do kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard?
Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.
As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.
No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.
If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I’m amazed by how many people don’t bother to do that.
It’s always difficult to watch someone you love die.
There is nothing more fun than hanging around with friends and banging on instruments. Anyone who has ever done it knows that this is true.
I don’t use any fance quill pens or pads, because I can’t read my own handwriting. I just use whatever computer is laying around, and start writing.
My writing habits are pretty static. I get up every morning between 6 and 7 am, grab a cup of coffee, say a few prayers, and go downstairs to my office and start writing.