A place is yours when you know where all the roads go.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

I don't want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world but opted for the Home Shopping Network Instead).

The bad ideas kind of just drop out of the mix. You forget about them. The good ones stick around.

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.