People hear what they want and expect to hear, not what is said.

She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.

Because one cause is bad does not make the opposing cause good.

The peculiar need to write is increased, it seems, rather than allayed with practice.

For that is what a child should be, and seldom is, the product of man and woman, of opposing natures, unified, however temporarily, by the amazing, circling, weaving dance of love and lust and God's involvement in it.

If you do nothing unexpected, nothing unexpected happens.

one learns best, and writes best, in a state of defiance.