...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you run out of cheeks.
The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.
Humor is anger that was sent to finishing school.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
Martin Wilson's What They Always Tell Us hears the voices of the young as they struggle toward adulthood.