When We Don't Know Who To Hate,

At The Last Minute, I Couldn't Wear The Hitler Mustache Because Tiger Stripe Ate It; And Then I Didn't Want To Take My Kitty And Risk His Coughing Up Some Big Nazi Hairball On Someone's Front Stoop.

What People Forget Is A Journey To Nowhere Starts With A Single Step, Too.

With The Novels, I Usually Start From Something In My Own Life That I Can't Resolve, So I Turn It Into A Metaphor And For Months Or Sometimes Years I'll Exhaust All Of My Emotional Reaction To This Issue By Making It Enormous On The Page.

No Matter What Happens, It’s Always Now.

The Only Person We'll Hate More Than Each Other Is Ourselves.