The worst thing about knowing that Gary Fairchild had been dead for a month was seeing him every day at work.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

The secret of being a successful writer is--write. Every writer deserves that chance.

In death, you once more challenge people from every strata, religion, and position to think about how their own actions do and can change the world for better or worse.

I am! I have come through! I belong!

I don't mind being controversial. Even Jesus wasn't loved in his day.

I thought I was so ugly for so long, and I wasted so much of my life on this dumb notion.

Comedy clubs can be brutal. Those people are for real, and if you aren't funny, they aren't laughing. They don't care who you are.

My superpower would be telepathy. And I would by necessity need to use it with discretion, not all the time.

Everywhere you see in creation there is Divine love. Love is the highest force, the greatest force, and the simplest

Resistance by definition is self-sabotage.