Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities.

The first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.

A great novelist excels on the small scale and the large, the individual leaf and root as well as the forest; good fiction convinces us that the imaginary is real by selecting exactly the right detail and rendering it perfectly.

Writers would be warm, loyal, and otherwise terrific people-if only they'd stop writing.

The closer and more completely you can come to explaining what a work of art means, the less like art it seems.

Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.

But there is so much more to do for the city we love... a Dallas with roads as strong as our businesses, parks as beautiful as our children, a downtown as tall as our imagination.