“ A fiction writer weaves a fabric of lies in hopes of revealing deeper human truths. ”
Love is like breathing. You take it in and let it out.
~ Wally Lamb
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.
A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.
All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.
