I Try To Stress To My Children

If I Had, Say, A Tall, Amateur Male Lead Living On The Campus Of A Rural College (six Years), The Next Book Might Feature A Short, Cop Who Lives In The Heart Of Manhattan (missing You).

Its Funny How You Can Let Yourself Forget For Seconds, How Even In The Heat Of The Horrible, You Can Have Moments When You Fool Yourself Into Thinking It Might All Be Okay

Im 48 Years Old, Not A Kid Anymore By Any Definition, But Here Is A Universal Truth That Every Adult At Some Point Will Realize: We Are All Always 17 Years Old, Waiting For Our Lives To Begin.

There's Always A Price You Pay When You Lie. Once You Introduce A Lie Into A Relationship, Even For The Best Of Intentions, It Is Always There. Whenever You’re With That Person Again, That Lie Is In The Room Too. It Sits On Your Shoulder. Good Lie Or Bad Lie, It's In The Room With You Forever Now. It's Your Constant Companion.

I Remember One Time I Heard This English Professor Asking The Class What The World's Scariest Noise Is. Is It A Man Crying Out In Pain? A Woman's Scream Of Terror? A Gunshot? A Baby Crying? And The Professor Shakes His Head And Says, 'no, The Scariest Noise Is, You're All Alone In Your Dark House, You Know You're All Alone, You Know That There Is No Chance Anyone Else Is Home Or Within Miles—and Then, Suddenly, From Upstairs, You Hear The Toilet Flush.