I think it's the people who have no doubt that every word they put down is gold that probably don't write very well.

Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces.

She'd been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.

Loss is the hardest thing, I said. But it's also the teacher that's the most difficult to ignore.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

To a predator, fear indicates weakness.

The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.