Her hair is longer now, and fine lines bracket her mouth, parentheses around a lifetime of words I was not around to hear.
Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.
Can't you hear it? you said. When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
Bad is not an absolute, but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant; the rapist who was sexually abused as a child; the kidnapper who truly believed he was saving...
A long time ago someone told me that a story will tell itself, when it's ready.
Maybe you believe that we fall into our future blindly, drifting from adventure to adventure, our journey zigzagging not according to plan but according to pure chance. Or just maybe, as random and ha...
It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.
You may think there's nothing very interesting about seeing someone sleep, but that probably means you've never found the girl of your dreams.
I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.
The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.
Instead of plotting the demise of the traditional family, as some politicians and religious leaders would have you believe, gay people mow their lawns and watch 'American Idol' and video their childre...
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?
You cannot hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
When it rains, her father said it pours.
When I run across something so incredible that I want to show it to someone else. The problem is, when you make the choice to be a loner, you lose that privilege.
What could you give me, I ask, my voice shaking, to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?
We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.
They’re a--band, Patrick finished. I know.They’re not just a band, Orestes said with reverence, his fingers flying over the keyboard.They’re the modern voice of the collective human conscience.Tell th...
They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.
These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.