There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.

To watch your home change in front of you is surprising. But at the same time, going someplace like Mississippi, makes me appreciate even this.

There is so much work left to be done in the world and for me, I am hoping to make the change I can and do the work I need to do through this gift I've been given.

Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen.

I have met women who don't have close women friends, and I've always been like, "How could that possibly be?"

I think it's important to remember that writing is a gift and our stories are gifts to ourselves and to the world and sometimes giving isn't always the easiest thing to do but it comes back.

You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?