These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.

A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

I only hope to do well enough before I die to have a house as big as my rich Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole.

The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life.

The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.