When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am, who we are, what we're capable of, how we feel, how we lose and stand up, and go on from darkness into darkness. I'm trying for that. But I'm also trying for the language. I'm trying to see how it can really sound.

You think you may not be heard. Speak anyway.

When I forgive other people, I let them go, I free them from my ignorance. And as soon as I do, I feel lighter, brighter and better.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

I like to know what's happening.

I had to trust life and believe that life loved the person who dared to live it.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.