As human beings, the closest we can get to truth is through story.

Love is the one surprise.

You learn to write by doing it.

Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self.

Are anybody's parents typical?

To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.

Just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist.