The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.

I feel disappointed, but I don't remember just what I expected.

Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.

You know you're in love when you stop comparing.

A sense of righteousness is even more dangerous than a violent temper.