I've always been interested in miracles, or the miraculous of the unexplained. I don't scoff at what makes people believe or want to believe. I think I understand the tremendous attraction of the mysteries of the church to the same degree that I understand and appreciate the frustration people feel, especially believers, with the human rule-making arm of the church, with the not-miraculous part of the church - any church.

It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.

It is your responsibility to find fault with me, it is mine to hear you out. But don't expect me to change.

For most of my life, when I've finished the book I'm writing, there've always been as many as two or three other novels waiting to be written next. And the decision driving which one of them it should be was never based on how long it had waited or how many accumulated pages of notes I had.

To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.

You think you have a memory; but it has you!

We often need to lose sight of our priorities in order to see them.