You're responsible for yourself. You messed up your life, and it's up to you to fix it. No one else is going to do it for you -- for any of you.
You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.
I guess what led to me writing 'Holes' was having moved to Texas in 1991, and it was sort of my reaction to Texas.
Rattlesnakes would be a lot more dangerous if they didn't have the rattle.
I may have ruined my life, but at least I got to eat some really good Chinese food.
You make the decision: Whom did God punish?