Morning always comes.

If you ask me, when something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.

In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.

Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

...nothing momentous comes in this world unless it comes on the shoulders of kindness.

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.

The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.