We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.

I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.

So much of young adult literature has turned dark, almost pathological. It's almost as if there is a race to see who can be the most dysfunctional.

We're all moons. Sometimes our dark sides overshadow our light.

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.