The trouble is when people read about authors, they don't feel compelled to read the authors' work.

I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.

I think it's hard to write about children and to have an idea of innocence.

Actually, I enjoy the process of writing a big long novel.

When you feel homesick,’ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.

Who was it said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous?