I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

My nine-month journey through this room I would describe as one of trauma, rage and deceit, all topped off with a splash of human bonding.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

I wanted to be, you know, just no different than anybody else.

You can't force someone to learn. You present these beautiful lines that have so much to do with the world today and let them fall where they will.

I have the impression that the new generation of young people, are coming up on the scene with a sense "ancestorhood", and with more wisdom than was evident before.

God's grace and mercy are bigger than the biggest challenge we may face today and the worst decision we might make today.

If we choose to be no more than clods of clay, then we shall be used as clods of clay for braver feet to tread on.

Art, for me, has always been a ticket for experience.

Having a baby is like falling in love again, both with your husband and your child.

We all have secrets, some secrets bigger than others, is a normal human thing.