Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.

It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.

It's as if cats live in a seperate universe that takes up the same space as ours, but is full of facinating things like mice or sparrows or special TV programs that we can't see.

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

You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails.

I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.