But even as she was going through with it she knew it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost

With children the clock is reset. We forget what came before

She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things.

Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold.

In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists.

The blood of too many, dissolving the very stain.

I can hear only the sounds of love all around me. I love all of the beauty—all of the things I can feel and see.

Mystique saturates, gluts the air, Adventure’s even more than rare, Excitement’s everywhere to share, And Novelty’s beyond compare.

I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.

To be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood.

Watching birds has become part of my daily meditation affirming my connection to the earth body.

All fiction becomes autobiographical when the author has true talent.

Regrettably, what we are now seeing is that the new U.S. government with Donald trump is stuck in the same old, partisan thinking patterns in terms of our resistance. That is a mistake.

I enjoy the videos with the sound off, where you can look at the belly buttons and everything. Really some pretty girls, but I don't know about the music.

I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

At first, I spend about four hours a day writing. Toward the end of a book, I spend up to 16 hours a day on it, because all I want to do is make it good and get it done.