Fame really works against actors, in a way, because our anonymity is a wonderful thing for us.

I'm like everyone else — I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does.

For most of the hours of the day—and most of the months of the year—the sun had the town trapped deep in dust, far out in the chaparral flats, a heaven for snakes and horned toads, roadrunners and stinging lizards, but a hell for pigs and Tennesseans.

Where loyalty bound creatures together, they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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