Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.