The price of seeing is silence.

We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into the world but us.

I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write much at all - no more than any other child who read a lot of books. I began to write fiction and poetry when I first had a room that was truly my own with a door that shut and some measure, however fragile, of privacy.

If what we change does not change us we are playing with blocks.

Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.

Shared laughter is erotic too.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.