The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

A seven-year-old girl can take only so many walks with her grandfather.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

The ideas for my books come about in two ways. There can be an intellectual idea that seems to be the reason for writing the book. [...] The other motive is unconscious. There is something deeply psychological and emotional that draws me to the material in the first place.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

it's amazing what you can get used to.