Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

Things which do not grow and change are dead things.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.

some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.

Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer's language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures - its cruelty is its vitality.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Freedom breeds uncertainty

Great services are not canceled by one act or by one single error.

Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.

I think a playwright must be his own dramaturg.

I think that conservatism as we understand it is coming under great strain during the era of Trump.

Obviously not a Stephen King level writer, but I'd written short stories and short fiction, from the time I was 12.

Social networking sites like Myspace, Friendster, and Facebook have literally exploded in popularity in just a few short years.

I don't believe in God. I believe something is happening, I'm not sure what it is.

It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.