Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

This is the most profound spiritual truth I know: that even when we're most sure that love can't conquer all, it seems to anyway. It goes down into the rat hole with us, in the guise of our friends, and there it swells and comforts. It gives us second winds, third winds, hundredth winds.

I honestly think that in order to be a writer you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here?

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

Hope begins in the dark.

Expectations are resentments under construction.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.