Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.

Being a writer means taking the leap from listening to saying 'Listen to me'.

The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.

The first sentence of a book is a handshake, perhaps an embrace.

Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can.You will not regret it.

The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters-it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too son and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.

With children the clock is reset. We forget what came before