By reading a lot of novels in a variety of genres, and asking questions, it's possible to learn how things are done - the mechanics of writing, so to speak - and which genres and authors excel in various areas.

Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

Truth only means something when it's hard to admit.

You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don't understand what the message can be.

I don't pray because it doesn't work. Prayer doesn't fix anything. Bad things happen anyway.

I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.