When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.

My life has a mysterious purpose that I don't understand, and day by day, conflict by conflict, I learn by going where I have to go.

The only thing I know for sure is how much I do not know.

In my books, I never portray violence as a reasonable solution to a problem. If the lead characters in the story are driven to it, it's at the extreme end of their experience.

Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear nor pity. Without fear, there could be no humility, and every man would be a monster. The recognition of pain and fear in others give rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.

Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.

Intuition is seeing with the soul.