Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realize you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, sometimes taking nearly a hundred years to do it. They create so much gravitational pull there's no room around for anything else. You might see a blue star, for example, and realize only later that it has a white dwarf as a companion - that first one shines so bright, by the time you notice the second one, it's too late.

It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn’t.

You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We all tell them. Sometimes,because we hope to entertain. Sometimes,because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to.