Whenever the world throws rose petals at you, which thrill and seduce the ego, beware.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

I can never tell what I'm doing when I'm in the middle of publication because I have no confidence. I have terrible self-esteem, along with boundless narcissism.

I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.

The world is always going to be dangerous, and people get badly banged up, but how can there be more meaning than helping one another stand up in a wind and stay warm?

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

The reason 'help' is such a great prayer is that God is the gift of desperation. When you're in despair, you're teachable.