I look at some of the great novelists, and I think the reason they are great is that they're telling the truth. The fact is they're using made-up names, made-up people, made-up places, and made-up times, but they're telling the truth about the human being- what we are capable of, what makes us lose, laugh, weep, fall down, and gnash our teeth and wring our hands and kill each other and love each other.

Remember, people will judge you by your actions not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold but so does a hard-boiled egg.

You only are free when you realize you belong no place - you belong every place - no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.

It is sad but true that sometimes we need the tragedy to help us to see how human we are and how we are more alike than we are different.