I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.

I am the shadow of the flame.

They don't know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It's only their pride that can be truly hurt.

Their Silver war is being paid for in Red blood.

The war never leaves.

For their lives, for their children's lives, they will give up what little freedom they had left.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up" "You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

So you choose him?''Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.' The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. 'I choose no one.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.

In every southerner, beneath the veneer of clichés lies a much deeper motherlode of cliché. But even cliché is overlaid with enormous power when a child is involved.

I have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.

All fundamental political problems are problems of relationships; therefore, all fundamental solutions have to involve fundamental changes in relationships.

You have to have a canon so the next generation can come along and explode it.

I have to say, music was always my self preservation survival technique. This sort of sacred space in my life and in my mind.

Thankfully I have a fan base that wants to see me, so I really enjoy creating music that is different.

I like Chris Martin. I think he's a really great songwriter.

Smiling the boy fell dead.

As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.