Writers who can't invent stories often substitute style for narrative. They remind me of the painter who couldn't paint people, so he painted chairs.

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.

I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

I write a book at least three times-once to understand it, the second time to improve the prose, and a third to compel it to say what it still must say.