Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation.

It's a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn't even know you were aiming for.

You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

All true wealth is biological.

Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.

One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.

For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.