It is an extraordinary and beautiful thing that God, in creation. . . works with the beauty of matter; the reality of things; the discoveries of the senses, all five of them; so that we, in turn, may hear the grass growing; see a face springing to life in love and laughter. . . The offerings of creation. . . our glimpses of truth.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense.

You have to write the book that wants to be written.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

Time exists so that everything doesn't happen at once.