There is never enough time for fun.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.

I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.

...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?

There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.

...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.

Israel, as the Jewish state, must disappear from the map.

Like most-maybe all- writers, I learned to write by writing and, by example, by reading books.

The best lesson my mom taught me was how to be scrappy.

We all wish for world peace, but world peace will never be achieved unless we first establish peace within our own minds.

But love is different for every person. For some it's hate, for some it's joy, for some it's fear, for some it's jealousy, for some it's torture, for some it's peace. For some it's everything.

The mile has a classic symmetry....It's a play in four acts.

You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again.

I'm trying to find a way to eat up time without being destructive, 'cause that's my go-to, it seems.