Your personal will is the web your disease sits and spins in. The will you call your own ceased to be yours as of who knows how many Substance-drenched years ago.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

A novelist has to know enough about a subject to fool the passenger next to him on an airplane.

What I know about auto racing could be inscribed with a dry Magic Marker on the lip of a Coke bottle.

Be on guard. The road widens, and many of the detours are seductive.

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.