A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.

I think that different things sell in different countries.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

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.

Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.

something is always falling apart in me.