Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die.
Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.
I often think about, 'How do we return to a simpler way of living? Is there some way that we can start to think of each other as human beings again, instead of worshiping money, instead of worshiping electronics, instead of worshiping getting ahead just for me?'