Edgar Allan Poe

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

Why do we cling to bigotry? Because bigotry, plainly, is convenient. It is a near-effortless way to both elevate one's stature and make a pity grab in this culture of victims that we have become.

Terrorists are not 100 feet tall. Nor do they deserve the abject fear they seek to instill.

As the mother of a grown son with a traumatic brain injury, I couldn't be more excited about the prospect of finding out how to repair even a small part of the damage that changed his life.