In every generation there is a vault-keeper, one who guards the links fiercely and knows they are more precious than rubies.

All there is to do, right at this very moment, is to breathe in, breathe out, and kiss the joy as it flies.

I've certainly faced some raw, real pain in my life. I lost my father to a car accident when I was young. My mother died ten years ago. My son was very sick as an infant. Eventually, I have attempted to transform this pain into art, to make meaning out of it.

When I was starting out there was no Internet, there wasn't this sense that you could be connected to other writers around the world. And that created a kind of innocence, or parochial quality, even in NYC.

In every generation there is a vault-keeper, one who guards the links fiercely and knows they are more precious than rubies.

My parents made the decision never to focus on my looks, and I had no sense of myself as beautiful.

Recognize the possibility of the divine in any given moment.