It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.

I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.