Nuts don’t come in bunches. Only grapes do.

As an individual with my own hurts, I go into the Garden (Gethsemane) as often as I need to. There I identify with the pain in the other, with my part in that pain, my part in tempting someone to wound me. I experience the other's pain, and God's pain, and am devastated - because their pain becomes my own. Feeling such anguish, I can forgive, or deeply repent, either for myself or on behalf of the other.

I've always been sort of interested in the rural countryside. Things happen out there that are very strange to city dwellers.

You have the feeling that if you get a Pulitzer, you're somehow set for life.

Catholics don't scream about Jesus, they scream about the bishop.

When you're building a character, or at least when I'm building a character, you start saying, 'How am I going to make people like him?'

They don't have a lot of crime in the countryside other than theft. But every once in a while, things turn ugly, and when they turn ugly, they turn very ugly.