I like to see the difference between good and evil as kind of like the foul line at a baseball game. It's very thin, it's made of something very flimsy like lime, and if you cross it, it really starts to blur where fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

...desperation can toy with you and if you give desperation any wiggle room, it will find alternative answers

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.

The muse is not an angelic voice that sits on your shoulder and sings sweetly. The muse is the most annoying whine. The muse isn't hard to find, just hard to like - she follows you everywhere, tapping you on the shoulder, demanding that you stop doing whatever else you might be doing and pay attention to her.

I'd never had money growing up, and it's never been that important to me, except maybe to take our kids on a nice vacation or something like that.