Joy, you are my everything. You are everything that matters to me. Tell me that you understand. Tell me that you feel this, too.

I am feeling more. I feel everything more. I cannot express it. I can hardly keep track of it all. It is you! All you! Everything!

Never let me lose you, Ink. Never let me screw this up. And never think for one moment that I don't love you, need you or want you with me.

When one writer tries to silence another, he silences every writer-and in the end he also silences himself.

When you have enough, there is no need for excessiveness.

That which is excellent endures.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.

Being involved in the well-being and advancement of one's own community is a most natural thing to do.

Keep inviolate an area of light and peace within you.

Miracles are creative. Healing is the restoration of what has been.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

This is what I love about the Kimberley... wild gorges, fresh water and there's always a chance of a barra taking your lure.

Crime oft recoils upon the author's head.