See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

On the elusive gift of blending austerity of craft with elasticity of allure.

I have beliefs, of course, like everyone-but I don't always believe in them.

Our house is made of glass... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.

When I wrote 'We Were The Mulvaneys,' I was just old enough to look back upon my own family life and the lies of certain individuals close to me, with the detachment of time. I wanted to tell the truth about secrets: How much pain they give, yet how much relief, even happiness we may feel when at last the motive for secrecy has passed.

Boxing is about being hit rather more than it is about hitting, just as it is about feeling pain, if not devastating psychological paralysis, more than it is about winning.

I have so many favorite writers, it's very hard to select a few... of classic writers, I have always admired Emily Dickinson and Henry David Thoreau.