...I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar-you live next door to the strange and the unlikely for so long that everything and everyone become commonplace.

In an episodic treatment, such as a teleplay is, you have the ability to do what you can do in a novel, which is flash back and flash forward in the same instant, in the same scene, in the same voice.

It is your responsibility to find fault with me, it is mine to hear you out. But don't expect me to change.

Lilly was not crazy. She left a serious suicide note. 'Sorry,' said the note. 'Just not big enough.

I do know where I'm going and it's just a matter of finding the language to get there.

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

A sentence boiled in her, but she could not yet see it clearly.