Religious freedom should work two ways: we should be free to practice the religion of our choice, but we must also be free from having someone else's religion practiced on us.

This is a writer’s lesson: To learn that the sounds that we imagine can be the clearest, loudest sounds of all.

In this world,” Franny once observed, “just as you’re trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that that they have met you.

When time passes, it's the people who knew you whom you want to see; they're the ones you can talk to. When enough time passes, what's it matter what they did to you?

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.

… but only because exhaustion is a life-sign; it is at least a form of being human.

Half my life is an act of revision.