Humility is not a virtue in a writer, it is an absolute necessity.

Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.

We all end up in the same place. Some sonner than others.

If there is any human tragedy, there is only one, and it occurs when we forget who we are and remain silent while a stranger takes up residence inside our skin.

My experience has been that people who die for causes have few friends in death.

The system shaves the dice on the side of those with money and power, and anyone who believes otherwise deserves anything that happens to him.

It has been my experience that most human stories are circular rather than linear. Regardless of the path we choose, we somehow end up where we commenced - in part, I suspect, because the child who lives in us goes along for the ride.