There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

But all morality is of necessity shaped by context. I'm not talking relativism, no. To ignore the context of a decision is in fact immoral.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

I will write things, he was thinking. I will write something meaningful and wonderful someday. I can do that. And I'll dedicate it to you because you're the first person who ever made me think I could.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.