You gotta know someone cares about you, or you just give up.

Nothing smelled so good or danced so well as a birch fire.

She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there--like an astronaut wandering about on the moon. Alone.

What a gift of grace to be able to take the chaos from within and from it create some semblance of order.

If you're so afraid of your imagination that you stifle it, how are you going to know God? How can you imagine heaven?

It is always sad to write about prejudice, but sometimes when we see it being played out in the lives of fictional characters, we can recognize it in our own lives.

A great novel is a kind of conversion experience. We come away from it changed.