I love Arkansas but I think Arkansas has its share of unlit minds.

What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period—days or weeks—without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next.

Why is it I'm always so quick to believe that people are thinking...believing the worst about me?

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?

The world is not a rational place.

I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.