I can only imagine the quiet horror that people must endure when they meet me in person.

David Cristofanos debut novel captures the essence of the human spirit, and delivers a story that is simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking.

For writers, so much is done in isolation. It can be easy to feel detached, or to get a little lost along the way.

I can think of plenty of writers whose work I revere and whose lives I know little about.

To do my job well, I have to be a good listener. The listening is so much more important than the talking.

The modern media environment is so overrun with bullshit and static and people trying to sell you stupid crap. It makes you want to bite yourself.

People love honesty. Honesty is medicinal, I think. It makes people feel less lonely in the world.

I'm a radio nerd. I've loved radio since I was a kid. I'm a huge Howard Stern fan.

Once I get my writing done, then I can turn my attention elsewhere - and not the other way around. The writing has to be the foundation.

I have way too much going on, as usual, but fortunately it's all good stuff. I'm not complaining.

Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.

Words that weep and tears that speak.

One moment of true forgiveness can erase years of guilt, pain, or fear.

Human sexuality has been regulated and shaped by men to serve men's needs.

You don't get old being stupid.

I just often find myself getting shrill, angry and the jokes get more incredulous.

All roads that lead to success have to pass through hard work boulevard at some point.

The clergy complain of the enormous spread of bold books, from the infidel tract to the latest handling of the miracle question.

I think there's an innocence to me.

...small too even the longest fame thereafter, which is itself subject to a succession of little men who quickly die, and have no knowledge of themselves, let alone of those long dead.