What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.

I prefer the 1950s where people were like, "I'm a white supremacist, and that's who I am." Now people want to burn a cross on your lawn and call themselves not racists.

Sometimes you just have to try, even if you know it won’t work.

...sometimes a start is all we ever get.

A person doesn't mourn forever.

What a surprise (we all know how tolerant the tolerant are).

Anger has a way of returning.