Mama says it's okay to be on the quiet side—if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

Yes, writing is not easy. But can any writer imagine NOT writing?

I rewrite my books until they're mostly memorized so that's a lot of rewrites, a lot of time spent with my stories.

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

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

Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.