No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

When a regular person gets sick, they take an aspirin. When a writer gets sick, they take notes.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

If you worry about disaster all the time, that's what you're going to get.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.