At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

In the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

I write about the scariest monsters: The ones inside us all. And the ones that want to eat what is inside us all.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.