One of the underlying things I like to do in books, is just say, stop and look at this for a moment. Not that you've got to believe that Jesus was real, or not to believe in God, but the belief that it isn't just happenstance.

In the wind, the trees, like agitated lions preparing to roar, shook their great green manes.

Nothing gives us courage more readily than the desire to avoid looking like a damn fool.

Loss is the hardest thing, I said. But it's also the teacher that's the most difficult to ignore.

The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

I am basically a pretty good autodidact. I can teach myself things.

Besides, I can't get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I've got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can - that's how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.