Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.

“But it never worked that way, and the sex just made her lonelier. I understood …”

“His own daughters constantly presented him with a mathematical impossibility, o…”

“I could have had one life but insteads I had another because of this book my gr…”

“Time could barely pull the second hand forward on the clock...”