There is nothing you can buy, achieve, own, or rent that can fill up that hunger inside for a sense of fulfillment and wonder.

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

The stuff I write about is pretty universal, the things my closest friends and I talk about - our anxiety about being here on this scary planet, during these scary times, as vulnerable as kittens, having lost so many people I couldn't live without.

I went to church with my grandparents sometimes and I loved it.

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world-present and in awe.

Over and over I feel as if my characters know who they are, and what happens to them, and where they have been and where they will go, and what they are capable of doing, but they need me to write it down for them because their handwriting is so bad.

You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind.