I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don't think I'm very good at it.

Wonder is a bulky emotion. When you let it fill your heart and mind, there isn't room for anxiety, distress or anything else.

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.

Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.

Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

Though we marry as adults, we don't marry adults. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.