You have your world to rebuild, and I have mine.

Consider the simple hedgehog, and his neighbor, the opossum...do they waste their energy trying to throw one another into chasms when they face a common enemy, the winter? No!

What a beautiful day to go to hell

You're upset, you're cold, and you're wet, wouldn't you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?" Yes, but I wasn't going to say so.

I wondered whether trusting him was merely unwise or if it crossed the line into recklessness, like lying down for a nap in the middle of a road.

Maybe, " she said. "Maybe. But now you're making promises you might not be able to keep, and that's how people in love get very badly hurt.

Early in life we recognize certain talents in ourselves, and we focus on those to the exclusion of others. It's not that nothing else is possible, but that nothing else was nurtured.

He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.

The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.

Humor is richly rewarding to the person who employs it. It has some value in gaining and holding attention, but it has no persuasive value at all.

Grandma cheated whenever she could. She cheated because it was a much more scientific and surer way of winning than trusting to luck.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

I might not be perfect, but I feel perfect. I think that's all that matters.

People don't change who they are. They only change what they do with it.

Rave music sounds like an electronic disco version of '30s Universal monster movies.

Real popular culture is folk art - coalminers' songs and so forth.

writing is the most personal form of prayer.

Whatever our place allotted to us by Providence that for us is the post of honor and duty. God estimates us, not by the position we are in, but by the way in which we fill it.