I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.

My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.

She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.

Love's action. It isn't talk and it never has been.

Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.

There's no word in the language I revere more than 'teacher.' My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I've honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.