There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that's not saying it's not there. And that is faith for you. It's belief even when the gods don't deliver.

We are conjured voiceless out of nothing and must return to an unknowing state. What happens in between is an uncontrolled dance, and what we ask for in love is no more than a momentary chance to get the steps right, to move in harmony until the music stops.

The universe is transformation.

I am at the bookstore a lot, but let my friends, the professional Birchbark Books staff, handle the day in and day out.

It was just enough to sit there without words.