You’re a nosy sleuth like me because you can’t help it, ” Alma said.

The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned, " Alma said.

Alma didn’t want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn’t shush until sundown. “I’ve found the missing lady, ” Alma said. “Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.

A writer's knowledge of himself, realistic and unromantic, is like a store of energy on which he must draw for a lifetime: one volt of it properly directed will bring a character to life.

The anti-blackness has generated new forms of youth involvement in anti-whiteness, which in some cases is appalling.

I never drove a car in my life. Given my drinking habits in those days, I would have been dead a long time ago - stumbling out of a bar at 4 a.m. and getting into a car.

Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.

I'm lucky that mountian biking wasn't around when I was 20, because I wouldn't have won the Tour de France. It's my kind of sport - hard, individualistic, and not a lot of tactics.

Most religious stories and mythologies have some sort of similar root, some sort of global archetypes.

I bought my first house because of Animal House.

Usually it's the guys that don't follow you around, who you're attracted to!

In most presidential elections, the taller candidate wins.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue