Good Days, They Come Around

Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice. His Will Hardly Rock Heaven Or Hell.

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.

I Think A Good Novel Can Be A Doorstop To Despair. I Also Think The Real Bravery Comes With Those Who Prepared To Go Through That Door And Look At The World In All Its Grime And Torment, And Still Find Something Of Value, No Matter How Small.

The World Does Not Turn Without Moments Of Grace. Who Cares How Small.

You Cannot Read Any Image Of The World Trade Center Without Thinking Of 9/11.