When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box.

My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.

I don't like the lunch box at school and just throw it away. My classmates and I always buy snacks or fast food at nearby supermarkets or stores.

I don't know how love works... but I do know I need your kisses to live...

That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.