If you DJ reality, that is, if you make a mash-up of actual reality, you're going to end up with something that inevitably people will say, "This is feminist." Because you cannot avoid that.

We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.

The heart of Jesus glowed, because it was holy. Holy things glowed in general.

Things musicals taught me: All your problems will go away if you sing about it.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

The responsible treatment of this particular Ring of Power is not necessarily to toss it into the Cracks of Doom. But we have to come up with something rather quickly, or what we'll get is the Land of Mordor.

All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.