It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.

We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human being, are we? So it is that every evil, whether moral or material, results in good. You'll see.

I was the sort of kid who spent a Sunday afternoon prying little trees out of the foundation of his parents' house. I should have given in to the inevitable truth that this was the sort of person I would become, in the end, but I kept fighting it.

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

It was just enough to sit there without words.

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.