My writing comes from ideas that make a sound in my heart.

The challenge for those of us who care about our faith and about a hurting world is to tell stories which will carry the words of grace and hope in their bones and sinews and not wear them like fancy dress.

It's like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.

It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength.

Hope ... is not a feeling; it is something you do.

Miss Edmunds was one of his secrets. He was in love with her. Not the kind of silly stuff Ellie and Brenda giggled about on the telephone. This was too real and too deep to talk about, even to think about very much.

I love revision. Where else can spilled milk be turned into ice cream?