What we do as a society is seek simple answers.

The world is a very complex and interesting place and that is what I really want my fiction to say: wake up to how amazing the world is.

Love was a sacred garment, woven of a fabric so thin that it could not be seen, yet so strong that even mighty death could not tear it, a garment that could not be frayed by use, that brought warmth into what would otherwise be an intolerable, cold world- but at times love could also be as heavy as chain mail. Bearing the burden of love, on those occasions when it was a solemn weight, made it more precious when, in better times, it caught the wind in sleeves like wings, and lifted you.

As an attorney, I assure you the law isn't a line engraved in marble, immovable and unchangeable through the centuries. Rather the law is like a string, fixed at both ends but with a great deal of play in it very loose, the line of the law so you can stretch it this way or that, rearrange the arc of it so you are nearly always short of blatant theft or cold-blooded murder safely on the right side. That's a daunting thing to realize but true.

No, if there's any ultimate redemption, it would be because I passed though your life without scarring you, and did not diminish who you are.

Southerners have many fine qualities, charm and civility among them, and a sense of the tragic.

If I drive myself to the brink of my ability, then I don't get stale or bored.