But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

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.

The hardest novel to write was Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin

There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you're safe asleep in someone else's house.

Now peculiar scraps of knowledge were stuck to him like lint from all his jobs.