Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.

Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.

After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth.

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.

...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.

When people are frightened about going hungry and paying their mortgages, a scarcity model begins to prevail; they fear someone else will get their piece of the pie.