I was the angriest daughter on earth, and also, one of the most devoted.

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

You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t.

Can you imagine the hopelessness of trying to live a spiritual life when you’re secretly looking up at the skies not for illumination or direction, but to gauge, miserably, the odds of rain?

Tell the truth as you understand it. If you're a writer, you have a moral obligation to do this. And it is a revolutionary act - truth is always subversive.

I spend most of my time alone, because I so value and thrive in the quiet. Heaven.

I could become like that dyslexic agnostic in the old joke - the one who lies in bed and tries to figure out if his dog exists.