But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.

Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.

Doubt is poison. It leads to a loss of faith in yourself, and in all that's good and true.

...what makes humanity beautiful is our free will, our individuality, our endless striving in spite of our imperfection. BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON Chapter 27 Page 214

The word impossible contains the word possible' What's that-- some Zen thing?' I think Star Trek. Mr. Spock.

That's all that matters, really: that we can make each other feel better.

Civilization rests on the fact that most people do the right thing most of the time.