There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

Every time I step onto an airplane, I turn to the right and take a good, hard stare into the maw of the engine. I don't know what I'm looking for. I just do it.

My father wears his faith like the bronze breastplate of God's footsoldiers while our mother's is more like a good cloth coat with a secondhand fit.

We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.

You can curse the dead or pray for them, but don't expect them to do a thing for you. They're far too interested in watching us, to see what in heaven's name we will do next.

No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story.