...Seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

Signs form a language, but not the one you think you know.

Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.

Beat your child once a day. If you don't know why he does.

Age can be wonderful for red wine, but not for spacecraft.

Being blessed with good health gives you the strength and loving what you do and - is a privilege that keeps you going. So I'm just happy as a lark.

I think a lot of people are married to people that they're not romantic with anymore. I just didn't ever marry anybody that I then had to get divorced from. We break up. We move on.

While reason is puzzling itself about mystery, faith is turning it to daily bread, and feeding on it thankfully in her heart of hearts.

It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

All of my characters tend to be montages of different people I've met: little bits and pieces of their personalities put together.

I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.

Highly fed and lowly taught.