I felt like I'd been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine.

I had to live this long, have the experiences I've had, to create what I do. I knew I wanted to write for years, but I had to be ready so I wouldn't blow it. The move to Maine was the final step.

I hate telling that story to people who've been struggling for years.

I never felt I belonged. I was always an outsider.

The worse you are at thinking, the better you are at drinking.

They look at me and I kind of back up in case they go for my throat.