And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It's greed, plain and simple.

I wonder how many times we dream that kind of dream-something strange and illogical-and fail to realize God is trying to tell us something.

I love to think about chance - about how one little overheard word, one pebble in a shoe, can change the universe.

(About parenting:) ... all that tedium, broken up by little spurts of high drama.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.