Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.

I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.

My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.

People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.

It's a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can't begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.