I think the writer has to be responsible to signs and dreams. If you don't do anything with it, you lose it.

Of course there is nothing that cannot be done incorrectly.

A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light.

You must stop worrying about why things happen and wonder what they mean when they do.

The story knows itself better than the writer does at some point, knows what's being said before the writer figures out how to say it.

Nothing we do is inevitable, but everything we do is irreversible.

Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve--hopeless ly he writes in the hope that he might serve--not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace that knows us.

Words at night were feral things.

There is something unwholesome and destructive about the entire writing process.

One writes to find words' meanings.

There is a certain type of conversation one hears only when one is drunk and it is like a dream, full of humor and threat and significance, deep significance.

I understood 'microaggressions' to mean 'little bullshit acts of racism.

Each success only buys an admission ticket to a more difficult problem.

What great faith our Lord Jesus Christ asks of us - and how just that is. Do we not owe him such faith? It looks impossible to us, but Jesus is Master of the impossible.

Regret is what you should fear the most. If something is going to keep you awake at night, let it be the fear of not following your dream.

She was suddenly aware of him in a way she hadn't been before. Hayward was good-looking in a sweet and wholesome way.

What can I say about my jewelry? It speaks for itself. To me, style is to be simple.

This is a very difficult assignment for the United States, to hang in there and help this young democracy survive.

I’ve made money in real estate, hotel, and restaurant investments.

As hard as you try and create narratives about sports, once the ball is in the air, there's not a damn thing you can do about it, it's just very real.

Historians of literature like to regard a century as a series of ten faces, each grimacing in a different way.