Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

I will tell you something about stories . . . They aren't just entertainment. Don't be fooled. They are all we have, you see, all we have to fight off illness and death.

Writing cant change the world overnight, but writing may have an enormous effect over time, over the long haul.

Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.

What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?

the material world and the flesh are only temporary - there are no sins of the flesh, spirit is everything!

the ancient people perceived the world and themselves within that world as part of an ancient continuous story composed of innumerable bundles of other stories.