My worst moments as a parent have been much like my greatest moments as a parent: the product of complete and perfect accident.

I need the kind of help that comes with a side order of help.

It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.

I understand pain. I've lived with pain my entire life. But pain is nothing compared to betrayal. And betrayal is nothing compared to knowing that the javelin in your back was rammed there by the one person in your life you actually trusted.

A little threat of evil is always the far better way to fill the seats. But sometimes the monsters aren't who we think they are.

Our fathers never leave us. Ever.

When you go down a dark alley and you feel that tingling across the back of your neck, that's not just a bad feeling, that's a biological gift from God - the Gift of Fear...when you ignore that gift - when you go down the dark alley and say, Y'know, I'm sure it'll be okay - that's when you find real pain.