I always feel that as the author, once I know what a character is ashamed of, then I can go about making her truthful on the page.

No matter what we've done, no matter the disappointments and sullied blunders, today is the opportunity to do right by ourselves.

We have today and hopefully tomorrow to be the best version of ourselves.

My tunnel vision allows me to have a longer work day than most writers. I'm thankful for that.

I'm a semi-failed writer, but I'm a capital-F Failed musician.

I just thought it was important that people knew right from the jump that I've got problems. But in all seriousness, that's a huge part of my writing process.

Today is going to be free of the past. Today, the past can't hurt me.

In my life the right question is simply this: What can I do to be happy today?

Self-respect doesn't come naturally to me. I need to constantly remind myself and do the work to err on the side of self-respect, rather than self-punishment.

I struggle with staying clean every day, and what really keeps me from doing something stupid is my daughter.

I want to be the kind of adult that keeps learning. I want to always be open to new experiences.

Pride makes us artificial

Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in, as Arthur Dent could testify, having been lost in both time and space a good deal. At least being lost in space kept you busy.

In any case, the goal is the same: to connect.

I have had a long unabashed love affair with dogs that stretches back to early childhood.

I'm not perfect, but I think that I've done good to stay focused on what I'm called to do.

Every attempt to explain human behavior, especially the irrational, must as a matter of course end in simplification.

Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. (about Guernica).

What I would tell young players is that as you get older, the best thing you can do is try to have other interests and have opportunities.

I am my nearest neighbour.

To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.