They were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.

For a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.

People do things that turn out badly, often for the most benevolent of reasons.

I think I've written 40 books, and none of them have been heavy on action. I'm an introspective person.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

We live in times that are in many ways ambiguous. Maybe that's why kids want precision in what they read - they don't like that moral ambiguity.