I think books should have secrets, like people do.

You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it.

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

A cynic is a kind of romantic who has aged.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.