We are coming out of a century that was taught that one way of looking at the world, that one form of behavior, is as valid as another. The idea of true evil has been blown away.

I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.

One of the things I like enormously about Bob Weinstein is that that he's the only studio head I have ever known who will change his mind and say he was wrong.

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

The world howls for social justice, but when it comes to social responsibility, you sometimes cant even hear crickets chirping.

The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of her mind in fragments so minuscule that she could no more easily piece them together than she could gather from the beach all the tiny chips of broken seashells, worn to polished flakes by ages of relentless tides, and reassemble them into their original architectures.