I grew up in an atmosphere where words were an integral part of culture.

Romance is the sweetening of the soulWith fragrance offered by the stricken heart.

For now, let us simply observe that the assault on human dignity is one of the prime goals of the visitation of fear, a prelude to the domination of the mind and the triumph of power

Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress truth.

For the fire consumes all but the arsonist.

But theater, because of its nature, both text, images, multimedia effects, has a wider base of communication with an audience. That's why I call it the most social of the various art forms.

Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.

Under a dictatorship, a nation ceases to exist. All that remains is a fiefdom, a planet of slaves regimented by aliens from outer space.

I'm not one of those writers I learned about who get up in the morning, put a piece of paper in their typewriter machine and start writing. That I've never understood.

And I believe that the best learning process of any kind of craft is just to look at the work of others.

Power is domination, control, and therefore a very selective form of truth which is a lie.

Like racism, misogyny can never be adequately addressed by its victims alone.

Sometimes the hardest, bravest thing in the world is to let someone love you.

What we love in others we not only awaken in others, but we develop those very things more or less in ourselves.

The rate of population growth in the United States is slightly below that required to reproduce itself.

Woody makes a movie as if he were lighting 10,000 safety matches to illuminate a city. Each one is a little epiphany: topical, ethnic, or political.

I think about my editor when I write. She's a good friend, too.

The American movement, Tea Party, whatever you want to call it, I think that is a very hopeful moment for the country and, I know, we really are the community organizers, are we not?

That Monica who's just gonna sit there in mediocrity... That Monica died in Samoa

Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy?

The deepest cry of the human heart is to be loved without condition, no matter what. The gospel of grace announces that you are.