I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them is to bring literature to people who would normally not be quite as demanding in their reading tastes, to show them writing that can be more than just entertainment.

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

A cliché is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.