I love the most the students with troubled lives.

People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

I need to get lost and sometimes my characters lead me to places I don't expect to go.

Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.

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...

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.