But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

What is love? two souls and one flesh friendship? two bodies and one soul.

Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. “Maybe later” meant no.

It is values that tell you what your pattern and values must be on daily bases.

Beside me the monstrumologist murmured, "I believe I am in hell, therefore I am there.

Wolves are the witches of the animal world.

Almost every day, someone asks if I ever flat iron my hair. I say, 'No, because I'm afraid it wouldn't look good and wouldn't come back curly.'

I envy certain writers, because there are writers who do go into a kind of different zone, where the writing isn't controlled anymore.

In rendering its decision in our case, the Supreme Court equated money with speech because these days it takes the first to make yourself heard.

Anything that happens to you has some bearing upon what you write.

Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.