Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.

It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.

The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.

Nonfiction brought me back to earth and sobered me up whenever it seemed like I'd become too drunk on the lives and loves of imaginary people, but that doesn't mean it was any less thrilling or transporting, although it was often more illuminating.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date--one that you can't see until she tells you she's leaving, and then she's gone.

But there is so much more to do for the city we love... a Dallas with roads as strong as our businesses, parks as beautiful as our children, a downtown as tall as our imagination.

There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect.