From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

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.

Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

When I want to take God at his word exactly, I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us everyday.

Insomnia’s different,” I said. It was hard to explain this to people. “You know the light that comes on when you open the refrigerator door? Just imagine it stays on all the time, even after you close the door. That’s what it’s like in my head. The light stays on.

As a biologist, I can't think of myself as anything but an animal among animals and plant.

Something in me was always watching life from the outside, permanently obsessed with the notion of belonging vs. not-belonging [to a group]. It did not make for a happy childhood, but it was excellent training for a writer.