I am disabled but I'm not my disability. Disability is just a little piece of me but it is not my whole personality

If I only could explain How much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.

Hell had frozen over and I was lost in its endless labyrinth.

The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.

Never doubt that a small group of committed citizens can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has.

I keep a pretty tight grip on my schedule and I compare it a lot to a fireman's - a four-on then four-off type of deal.

All human beings - not merely neuro-typicals - need to be seen in ethics in the light of a conception of what is humanly important.

Weve become a plastic society.

His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.

I have a lot of offers to play for appearance fees. It's nice gravy, but it's not a big motivating factor for me, to go here and there just for money.

When I sign books, I get lines of people and what they usually say is: "Thank you. You have changed my life." I am really moved by that.

I will deny I ever said this, of course, but the gods need heroes. They always have. Otherwise we would not keep you annoying little brats around." I feel so wanted. Thanks.