Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

I give boring people something to discuss over corn.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

You can ruin anything if you focus at it.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.

To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.