I don't really know what an adverb is. A dangling participle? That sounds really rude. I don't know what character is, really. Plot seems vaguely juvenile to me. It's all about language, it's all about how you apply it to the page.

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.

She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.

About 25 years ago, I took a bicycle across the United States. I soon found out that the greatest item of clothing was the trusty bandanna. There were dozens of uses for a bandanna - as a pot holder, a chain cleaner, a sun shield, a headband, a snot rag, a declaration of Kerouacian intent.