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

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.

Many people are angry when they make a mistake, but very few people have the sense to be sorry.

You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.

I can't believe there will ever be a time when the book is truly obsolete. It is the perfect technology and feeds the soul.

The work reveals the creator - and as our universe in its vastness, its orderliness, its exquisite detail, tells us something of the One who made it, so a work of fiction, for better or worse, will reveal the writer.

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.