Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.

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.

He may not have been born with guts, but he didn't have to die without them.

Reading asks that you bring your whole life experience and your ability to decode the written word and your creative imagination to the page and be a co-author with the writer, because the story is just squiggles on the page unless you have a reader.

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

It seems to me that there are two great enemies of peace - fear and selfishness.

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.