Mothers smell blood before the wound is given. We see the rent place on the child's arm before the arrow strikes.

I could wake her up and ask have you ever been to the ocean? but I already know that answer. She has not. You can tell. It would humble you I whisper to her sleeping if you for one time stood by something stronger than yourself.

It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.

When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy.

I am a great believer in variations on the routine.

Have you ever felt like you could cry because you know you just heard the most important thing anybody in the world could have spoke at that second?

I read about writers' lives with the fascination of one slowing down to get a good look at an automobile accident.