Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

Let your face speak what's in your heart. When my kids walk in the room my face says I'm glad to see them.

Nobody loved her and she wouldn’t have liked it if they had, she considered love a serious disability.

Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?

I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more

Evil is just sort of ultimately boring. The good thing is just complicated. It's more provocative to me and more stimulating to me.

Literature, it seems to me, is wisdom.