Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of that comes out in my work in some way.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

The toughest thing about success is that you've got to keep on being a success. Talent is only a starting point in business. You've got to keep working that talent.

Christianity accepted as given a metaphysical system derived from several already existing and mutually incompatible systems.

Cottonballs are an example of something I'd want to buy, but not have as a nickname.

I don't really leave my house too much, 'cause I don't like... it's funny, I don't really like to be high and famous at the same time.

Perhaps there are other bits of my life that would take on content, take on shadow, if only I read more and thought less about money.

Why are you always smiling? What do you know?

Don't do anything for the money you WILL make, but instead for the SKILLS you will learn.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.

I feel stronger, but physically I feel like I'm falling apart. Every day I get a new pain or ache and think, 'Oh, that will be a hip replacement in a couple of years'.