I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.

There is no perfect time to write. There is only now.