I have so little patience with the whole Y.A. book thing. As far as I'm concerned, you either read books for children or you read books for adults.

A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.

Culture is like a smog. To live within it, you must breathe some of it in and, inevitably, be contaminated.

The way I see it, anyone who's proud of their country is either a thug or just hasn't read enough history yet.

War is like any other bad relationship. Of course you want out, but at what price? And perhaps more importantly, once you get out, will you be any better off?" - Quellcrist Falconer

The human eye is a wonderful device. With a little effort, it can fail to see even the most glaring injustice.

Take what is offered and that must sometimes be enough.

Evolutionary theory informs our understanding of some frankly inexcusable social behavior and renders it perfectly normal.

We all get our dreams stamped on from time to time, right? And if it didn’t hurt, what kind of second-rate dreams would they be?

I think by definition you need to have lived a little bit to write anything that's humanly true.

Pretty much anything you care to imagine can happen in a fantasy, which in turn means you can really crank up the intensity of the tale you're telling.

The God I believe in isn't short on cash, mister.

A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.

The teacher must be an actor, an artist,passionately in love with his work.

You are the spokesman for your character, you put on his case. Are you going to win or lose? There'll be no drama if you look like a loser at the outset.

The least foolish is wise.

Really to see the sun rise or go down every day, so to relate ourselves to a universal fact, would preserve us sane forever.

Ideas never lack for words. It is words that lack ideas.

Trombone virtuoso and innovative composer, Papo combines the best of jazz and Latin music to create a genre that is unique and wild. He's redefined Latin jazz!

Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

The weakest goes to the wall.