I have the wonderful pleasure of finishing the book and closing it. And I don't read them later.

Gimme hate, Lord,” he whimpered. “I’ll take hate any day. But don’t give me love. I can’t take no more love, Lord. I can’t carry it...It’s too heavy. Jesus, you know, you know all about it. Ain’t it heavy? Jesus? Ain’t love heavy?

The seeds of destruction lie in the definition of "chosen-ness" and can easily blossom into bigotry. It's not inevitable but it needs constant care to avoid.

From my point of view, which is that of a storyteller, I see your life as something artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art.

The vitality of language lies in its ability to limn the actual, imagined and possible lives of its speakers, readers, writers.

Lonely was much better than alone.

...the change was adjustment without improvement.