The greatest griefs are silent.
I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.
But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but the others-the ones who have died...They're with me still. They're here...
As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.
Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference