One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.

It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.