Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

We grow too old to lose old friends.

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.