But you can’t live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you’re dead already.

When something awful happens, sometimes people get stuck.

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

Yes, I was good at reading people. I studied them so I could put them in my novels.

Sarcasm was a weapon for children.

It was better that we never apologized to each other. Then we'd be admitting that we were wrong and we owed each other something. That's where people got into trouble.

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

Boys are two years behind girls in maturity level.

No. I just don't want to be a detective. They figure out what happened after the fact, when it's too late. I want to prevent it from happening.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

But you are right, being stupid is not illegal. Otherwise half this town would be behind bars.

when you’re the first in your family to go to college, you never truly feel like they’ve let you go.

Going to where the silence is. That is the responsibility of a journalist: giving a voice to those who have been forgotten, forsaken, and beaten down by the powerful.

Put yourself in the hands of the universe-then you will have no need for control.

Men have died for this music. You can't get more serious than that.

Once you get over the first hill, there is always a new, higher one lurking, of course.

Only God truly forgives, man sometimes forgives, nature never forgives.

My role model was my grandfather. He instilled in me the feeling that no matter how successful you are you have a responsibility to help others.

People get trapped in the way things should feel and less focused on the way things should function.

What I experienced in Cuba, I have become a student of what, how communism operates.

As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray. That you will hold me, dear. Though I'm far away, I whisper your name into the sky. And I will wake up happy.