I Do Have A Really Good Memory.

I Think We Fall In Love And Become Adults And Become Citizens In A Way By Writing Stories About Ourselves.

Those Are Only Rumors Of Suffering. Real Suffering Has A Face And A Smell. It Lasts In The Most Intense Form No Matter What You Drape Over It. And It Knows Your Name.

When I Got Sober, I Thought Giving Up Was Saying Goodbye To All The Fun And All The Sparkle, And It Turned Out To Be Just The Opposite. That's When The Sparkle Started For Me.

I Don't Have A Copy Of My Books, And The Degree To Which I Never Read Them Is Profound. I Never Look.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.