Brothers naturally invite comparison.

From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a series of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them.

Two months ago my mother died. She made, as the expression goes, a good death.

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.

A person achieves enlightenment only through a purposeful engagement with life and by resolutely searching for truth and shedding artifices.

The good news is that you are alive. The essential thing is that you must live

Dare to love every person, including yourself.

The dogs may bark, but the caravan moves on

When I was 12, all I wanted for Christmas was a trampoline or a four-wheeler. I ended up getting both presents for Christmas.

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair.

Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy.

K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.

All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.

Give me coffee! I'm going to write!