A plot without action is like pasta without garlic, like Dolly Parton without cleavage, and like a writer without his similes.

We have a responsibility to stand watch over one another, we are watchers, all of us, watchers, guarding against the darkness.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

Britney: You in a fight? Odd: No, It's an employment-related fork wound.

I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith.