I never discuss a novel while I'm writing it, for fear that talking about it will diminish my desire to write it.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

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

I try not to spend too much time on partisan politics. Life's too short for that. I don't really believe that there have been many human problems solved by politics.

When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope

What popped up more than that was the realization that I made as an adult that the world is this incredibly complex, layered, and mysterious place and if you stop and think about it the human cell is literally more complex than a fleet of 747s.

We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.