A seed of hope caught a taste of moisture. Some wishful kernel buried deep, where he was loathe to acknowledge it lest it poison or choke him, began to sprout.

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

It was the hubris of each generation to think this anew, to think that their time was special, that all things would come to an end with them.

Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.

I'd rather excite the imagination of a legion of readers and make pennies from each of them than hold off for a larger chunk of change from only a handful of fans.

Heroes didn't win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story -- the dead didn't say a word. All of it was bullshit.

"What we control," Juliette said, "is our actions once fate puts us there."

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

Common sense is in spite of, not the result of, education.

For a time I hovered in that peaceful dreamland where nothing at all works properly but everything is okay.

A life with a positive purpose is absolutely priceless.

If God would concede me His omnipotence for 24 hours, you would see how many changes I would make in the world. But if He gave me His wisdom too, I would leave things as they are.

I write not because I want to but because I am destined to.

Everyday I look forward to bringing a few laughs, giving a little advice and making people feel good about themselves.

To grieve over sin is one thing, to repent is another.

We whine about things we have little control over; we lament what we believe ought to be changed.