It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.

A sorta fairytale with you... with an Irish ending...

Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended.

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.

Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand.