As an American I wanted to explore... why are we the only first world country that still has capital punishment? Is it because we're too afraid to really examine the system, or is it because we really truly believe that this is the best way to deter future crime?

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

Ross was a firm believer that you could not force circumstance. You could buckle your seat belt, but still crash the car. You could throw yourself in front of an oncoming train, but somehow survive. You could wait for years to find a ghost, and then have one sneak up on you when you were too busy falling in love with a woman to pay attention. To that end, he made the conscious decision to stop waiting for Lia. When he least expected her, that was when she would show up.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.