Goodness was not a trait you acquired; it was a value you practiced when you were on the verge of doing evil.

Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

Being a failure at living your own life as best as you can is better than being a success living the life somebody else says you should live.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

... the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.