Tracks were adumbrations of the energy of life all about us, the recent history book of wilderness.

Pain too much to handle also comes with exquisite beauty, as common as dirt, as unexpected as grace.

There was healing in the tyranny, and tyranny in the healing.

In this waiting, there is witness.

The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.

Honoring a life is honoring the wide open space of wilderness and unknowing where the sacred dwells.

Resurrection does not come without crucifixion, and you cannot celebrate Easter without living Good Friday.

Are we meant to be pilgrims of the depths?

What is known might sometimes sustain us, but what is unknown will save us.

Grief would weave itself among the threads of love and life and hope, and I was starting to believe that what came of it all would still one day be beautiful.

And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.

Look beyond the present circumstances, imagine a brighter future.

You hand over control, you start winning.

Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

I just can't tell you what fun I've had being a member of the world's second oldest profession.

I can deal with your judgment, because I've always marched to the beat of my own drummer--ever since i cut my camp shirt into a halter top.

The worst calamity: 'To have eyes and fail to see.'

It's hard to balance work and family.

When I was young, when I started to write, we were totally convinced that literature was a kind of weapon.

I've never been driven by fame or money or anything like that. It's never been part of my psyche.