Time heals all wounds.

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.

I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.

Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.