Ordinary Life Is Pretty Complex Stuff.

I Don't Write About Certain Arguments I Have With My Wife. I'd Get My Head Torn Off If Wrote About Certain Things.

Misery Loves Company. There's A Lot To That.

As A Matter Of Fact, I Deliberately Look For The Mundane, Because I Feel These Stories Are Ignored. The Most Influential Things That Happen To Virtually All Of Us Are The Things That Happen On A Daily Basis. Not The Traumas.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

I Wanted To Write Literature That Pushed People Into Their Lives Rather Than Helping People Escape From Them.