If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn't bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

In the end we always wear out our worries. That’s what Wireman says.

It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.