In my mind, I'm writing for everybody.

Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville. In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of disagreement.

No one on earth is so boring and insignificant that he or she is not worth writing or reading about...One thing's for sure—no one but you can be the hero of your story.

This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

Angels and crows passed each other, one leaving, the other coming.

I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.