If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.

People don't save other people. People save themselves.

That's the way I will write characters, put a fair amount of myself in them, and then everyone else who was like that person, I will pick and choose.

Lux’s frequent forged excuses from phys. Ed. She always used the same method, faking the rigid t’s and b’s of her mother’s signature and then, to distinguish her own handwriting, penning her signature, Lux Lisbon, below, the two beseeching L’s reaching out for each other over the ditch of the u and barbed-wire x.