A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.
I would be at home reading, because I felt so disconnected from humanity.
When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.
The truth is that people who pull triggers are ultimately responsible, whether they're following orders or not. An army of people making individual moral choices may be inefficient, but an army of people ignoring their morality is horrifying.
If New Vegas foretells something about America's future, then the culture wars are all but over, and culture lost.
I want to be heavily tied to a city that I write for every week, that knows my stuff and I can interact with.
Heaven is totally overrated. It seems boring. Clouds, listening to people play the harp. It should be somewhere you can't wait to go, like a luxury hotel. Maybe blue skies and soft music were enough to keep people in line in the 17th century, but heaven has to step it up a bit. They're basically getting by because they only have to be better than hell.
Just because things get a little dingy at the subatomic level doesn't mean all bets are off.
Hope is a gift we give ourselves, and it remains when all else is gone.
Mama read it an began pulling her hair an weepin an praisin the Lord, 'cause it say I am 'Temporarily Deferred' on account of I am a numbnuts.
Look at a person's light, not their lampshade.