I ignored them, mostly because I had no idea what I should say and I didn’t want to make the situation worse.

No one knew that a killer was already moving through their streets with them, an invisible stalker that would go house to house until it had touched everyone, rich or poor, in some terrible way.

The fire was barely fifteen minutes old. What followed was a series of fatal errors that set the fire free and doomed the city to a fiery death.

A move to a different town or school gives us new places to explore, new people to meet; a lost pet means we have to organize a careful search; baby-sitting requires looking out for dangers a young child can't foresee; a car crash or fire demands that we get help immediately.

This is like saying you cannot cut down a tree but you are free to poison its roots.

I don't think many of us face the same sort of physical adventures our ancestors did, at least not on a daily basis.

I'm packed. I can't even find a snow blower.

It's reflective of where the country is. There are millions of people who are very deeply engaged in the political process. They know that media coverage can shape that, and they want to make sure their side wins, so they beat up anybody they perceive to be leaning the wrong way even if there is no lean.

I've written fiction... but the nonfiction has always received the most attention.

It's, by far, the nicest stadium down here. It's great.