Somebody once said to me if you want to be understood, don't write fiction.

My ambition was to live like music.

Of course there’s something there; unfortunately, there’s always something ‘there.’ Something you will one day be sorry you saw.

The only way to know whats possible is to venture past impossible.

You can teach people a lot about craft and various techniques, and you can certainly teach them to appreciate, but you cannot give them spirit or soul if it's not there.

What are you thinking?” She asks. -That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.

Whenever young writers ask me for advice, I always say you have to be able to take a lot of rejection because, unless you're very lucky, that's what's going to happen.

The art of integrating the ego and the impulse for empathy in a dynamic call and response.

I think people hold back all kinds of things. And in a way, they just want to be nice. They want to be civil.

I know several women my age who are really poor...because they spent most of their energy taking care of children.

Partly, I'm worried that no one is saying anything because they are afraid of being seen as politically correct.

When God opens a new page in your life, make photocopies of it, read it and share it with other people. Some may hear it when you read it, others may tear it when you share it.

I'm sad, but I'm laughing.

My high school science teacher once told me that much of Genesis is false. But since my high school teacher did not prove he was God by rising from the dead, I'm going to believe Jesus instead.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood

I grew up listening to old soul

For the greatest fool and rascal in creation there is yet a worse condition; and that is, not to know it, but to think himself a respectable man.

I am basically a complainer and all the grounds for complaint have been swept out from under me.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.

You never judge a day by the weather!