If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

If you're going to write about someone's life, you don't just use them for wallpaper. You have to honor and respect that life.

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart.

That soldiers do terrible things during wartime should not surprise us.