For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.

God owns heaven but He craves the earth.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.