Most activism is brought about by us ordinary people.

He hangs on now, pressing his hand lightly against the wall, below the window, waiting for the familiar arrow of pain. Only there is none. An oddly pleasant swell of memory, a wave of warmth flooding over him, sliding back, slowly. It is a first

The courage of very ordinary people is all that stands between us and the dark.

My books are about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

Rock isn't art, it's the way ordinary people talk.