“I think small towns are the closest to heaven you can get on earth. I'm glad that some other people, my wonderful readers especially, feel the same way I do.”

“I know I'm a little different from everyone else, but I'm still human being. That's what I'd like you to realize. I'm just a regular person, not some monster. I feel the same things everyone else does, act the same way. Sometimes, though, that small difference feels like an abyss. But I guess there's not much I can do about it.”

“He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me.”

“Do people look the same when they go to heaven, mommy?""I don't know. I don't think so.""Then how do people recognize each other?""I don't know, sweetie. They just feel it. You don't need your eyes to love, right?”

“I think that you’ve got to make something that pleases you and hope that other people feel the same way.”

“You get to tour some of the historic homes and listen to ghost stories.""This is what people do in small towns?""We could either do that or go sit on my porch, chew some tobacco, and play banjos.”