I was a 'learn by doing' writer - I never took any formal writing classes. So it took a long time to figure things out and find my voice.

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.

Praise not the day until evening has come, a woman until she is burnt, a sword until it is tried, a maiden until she is married, ice until it has been crossed, beer until it has been drunk.

How to uplift others. It’s not a pie, it’s a cake. It’s not a ladder, it’s a bridge.

Whenever you get to change somebody's life or watch it and see it happen, it's amazing.

For me, and people like me, fighting isn't what we do; it's who we are.

Remember the band, Flock of Seagulls? They had their van stolen. I was like, They still have a van?

Always forwards, never backwards.

My son's 18, 142 pounds and hits it 40 (yards) by me. Instead of to the pin, he's lasering the distance between me and him.

It might or might not be right to kill, but sometimes it is necessary.

Behind our unremarkable front door waits the little world of our making - our home.

I'm grateful for everything I have. I'm grateful for it all. I'm grateful for love most of all because I have a lot of it in my life.