When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.

Clever how the cosmos can, in a single portent, be ingratiating yet sadistic.

Visual art is a foreign language I'm fluent at, but my native language is language.

Nothing teaches great writing like the very best books do. Yet, good teachers often help students cross that bridge, and I have to say that I had a few extraordinary English teachers in high school whom I still credit for their guidance.

That's why you can't be a true Yankee without winter: because all the best pleasures are earned - the fire, the fried oysters; the warmer seasons, too. Who knows the real worth of summer at the beach without a good taste of the seaside in winter?

I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about... the world I live in.