I hate two kinds of sentences you hear in workshops, the ones beginning "I really like ..." and the ones beginning "My problem with this poem is ..."

I knew every raindrop by its name.

All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.

The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream.

Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.

I didnt finish the stories until we went to the Philippines and I got malaria. I couldnt work and I didnt have any money, but I had seven stories. So I wrote three or four more.

I make the road. I draw the map. Nothing just happens to me...I'm the one happening.

This life is but the childhood of our immortality.

I really enjoy writing novels. Its like the ocean. You can just build a boat and take off.

We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Some of the most beautiful things worth having in your life come wrapped in a crown of thorns.

You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table.

To be evil at all, Satan needs good things he can abuse, things like intelligence, power and will. Those good things come from God.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

The Jews are returning to their land of unbelief. They are spiritually blind and desperately in need of their Messiah and Savior.

Your forties is not the time to be thinking about getting pregnant.

Maybe a story will cheer you up... Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.

Pride builds walls between people, humility builds bridges.