She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hairbrush and told, "There you go." -- Willing

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

If one publishes, then one is creating a public record of Learning to Write.

If I retain any freshness of approach, it's by going slowly having long intervals between finished projects.

If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.