If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

There's that unwritten schism that literary writers get all the awards and commericals writers get all the success.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice....sure it does...but only if you're too dumb to move.

Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.