Sometimes I think God loves the ones who most desperately ache and are most desperately lost - his or her wildest, most messed-up children - the way you'd ache and love a screwed-up rebel daughter in juvenile hall.

Write regularly, whether you feel like writing or not, and whether you think what you're writing is any good or not.

Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time. Let it be. Unto us, so much is given. We just have to be open for business.

When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.

Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.

I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child.

It feels like I'm babysitting in the Twilight Zone. I keep waiting for the parents to show up because we are out of chips and diet cokes.