They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?

Happy ending are only a pause. There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness redeems the past. Forgiveness unblocks the future.

I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many.

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all.

I didn't mind being unpopular at school, because everyone else was a heathen.

I care about doing the work as best as I can do, and that it should go on reaching people. It's not about fame and it's not about me. It's about creating something that might allow someone else to create something.