Let the grass die. I let almost all of my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book. There are all kinds of ways to live. You can take your choice. You can keep a tidy house, and when St. Peter asks you what you did with your life, you can say, I kept a tidy house, I made my own cheese balls.

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time.

The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.

Whenever an encounter between a writer of good will and a regular person of good will happens to touch on the subject of writing, each person discovers, dismayed, that good will is of no earthly use. The conversation cannot proceed.

When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.