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Best part of the day? The part when I come up with an idea for a cartoon.

I don’t own a smartphone and never will. I’ve never sent a text.

Love’s not all that fun, but it saves you. And you should be saved.

One of my stories was rejected by a journal as “theatrical and self-limiting.”

I like to think of love as something that one should keep feeding, like a fire.

“Nobody asked you to write.” Over time, I realized it was a magic key.

“The Sentry” taught me that all true laughter has tears behind it.

I’ve read this novel at various stages of my life and I feel as if I know Isabel.

I’ve found that love has provided my life’s happiest moments.

A friend of my father’s once told me, “You’ll never be a writer.”

Favorite character? What a question. It’s like choosing a favorite child.

A more typical writing day for me is being constantly interrupted.

I once heard in a sermon, “Choose the important over the urgent.”

Every really good book on first reading is life changing.

A grin of bitterness swept thereby like an ominous bird a-wing.

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

Some goals: stop buying jeans. Stop being angry at mom/dad/sister.

Dad was blind until six months ago, when he bumped his head in the fire.

Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.

i stored away in my mama’s empty perfume bottles smells and stories

Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.

She had not anticipated that the nightstands would be an issue.

It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.

“Why do we always fight,” he finally said, his voice quiet, resigned.

This is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.