Reading is a creative activity. You have to visualize the characters, you have to hear what the voices sound like.

To grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.

We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.

Inspiration more often comes during the work than before it, because the largest part of the job of an artist is to listen to the work.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

It was a dark and stormy night.

A burst of harmony so brilliant that it almost overwhelmed them surrounded Meg, the cherubim, Calvin, and Mr. Jenkins. But after a moment of breathlessness, Meg was able to open herself to the song of the farae, these strange creatures who were Deepened, rooted, yet never seperated from each other, no matter how great the distance. We are the song of the universe. We sing with the angelic host. We are musicians. The farae and the stars are the singers. Our song orders the rhythm of creation.