Every time I fall in love with a book, I just feel grateful and thrilled to have it in my life.

So much of reading and writing to me is about being elsewhere, no matter how much I love where I am.

Richard Shindell works impressive alchemy with the plainest, most primal American pop melodies.

Love the work: the grind, the dreaming, the distracted not-sleep, all of it.

The ghosts that exert the most power in people’s lives-at least, the people I know–tend to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.

Love the work: the grind, the dreaming, the distracted not-sleep, all of it. It’s the one thing in the job that will always be there, and the real pleasure in the profession. Everything else is luck.

If we obey the great laws, we shall be happy.

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers we get Aquatruck.

People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.

But now, here were the British among us, upon our soil where the sun rises over one lake and sets upon another.

What you run away from owns you. You are the dog on a leash. The most you can do is to tug against the leash.

I take great pride in going out there and playing through pain.

All things are divine. And yet, we pick and choose among them what's appropriate.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

The body of the earth is of the nature of a fish... because it draws water as its breath instead of air.

Given how well the cards have been dealt to someone like myself, I think there's an inherent obligation to try to reach out and make a difference.