...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

Lawyers were notorious for finding cases in the most unlikely places, especially ones with huge potential damagers awards.

They never understood what Harry Potter what about. Or maybe they didn't want to understand.

The idea of self-reliance is important to me, and that is echoed, in my way of thinking, by a conservative approach to politics.

Matter-of-fact descriptions make the improbable seem real.

By exhaustively examining one's own mind,one may understand his nature.One who understands his own nature understands Heaven.

I always try to find the truth in a situation. That unvarnished, pure nugget of truth at the core of every issue that I write about.

However, I never thought that [George W.] Bush himself was, in any sense, "evil."

We may need to let go of our beliefs and ideas about life in order to have life.

The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.

Too much counterpoint; what is worse, Protestant counterpoint.