I am learning slowly to bring my crazy pinball-machine mind back to this place.

When God is going to do something wonderful, He or She always starts with a hardship; when God is going to do something amazing, He or She starts with an impossibility.

I wish there were shortcuts to wisdom and self-knowledge: cuter abysses or three-day spa wilderness experiences. Sadly, it doesn't work that way. I so resent this.

Very few writers really know what they are doing until they have done it.

A writer paradoxically seeks the truth and tells lies every step of the way.

Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.

If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days--listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off. You take home all you've taken in, all that you've overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)