I write what I would like to read.

Acedia is a danger to anyone whose work requires great concentration and discipline yet is considered by many to be of little practical value. The world doesn't care if I write another word, and if I am to care, I have to summon all my interior motivation and strength.

When I was a child, it was a matter of pride that I could plow through a Nancy Drew story in one afternoon, and begin another in the evening. . . . I was probably trying to impress the librarians who kept me supplied with books.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

If we are lucky, we can give in and rest without feeling guilty. We can stop doing and concentrate on being.

I write what I would like to read.

I wonder if children don't begin to reject both poetry and religion for similar reasons, because the way both are taught takes the life out of them.