I will write my way into another life.

Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected.

I was starting to wonder if I was ready to be a writer, not someone who won prizes, got published and was given the time and space to work, but someone who wrote as a course of life. Maybe writing wouldn't have any rewards. Maybe the salvation I would gain through work would only be emotional and intellectual. Wouldn't that be enough, to be a waitress who found an hour or two hidden in every day to write?

Because of her singing they all went away feeling moved, feeling comforted, feeling, perhaps, the slightest tremors of faith.

Never be so focused on what you're looking for that you overlook the thing you actually find.

I was always on time, I did my work to exact specifications, I spoke when spoken to.

I think people become consumed with selling a book when they need to be consumed with writing it.