Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.

Things take the time they take. Don't worry.

Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.