Were we, also, hiking along some cosmic journal page? Were the events about us all part of a message we could understand, if only we found the right perspective from which to read them? Somehow, with our long series of miracles, I thought so.

Every step in every proud life is a run from safety to the dark, and the only thing to trust is what we think is true.

I don't think any of my books tell the reader anything new. But they do remind, in a time that is strident and screeching about the limitations of this world and all the trouble we can get ourselves into.

True enjoy stories never ever have endings.

Believe you know all the answers, and you know all the answers. Believe you're a master, and you are.

There's this wonderful and very important event when we're born, and we forget everything that's gone before, or else we'd be such a mass of rememberings that we couldn't operate successfully on this planet.

Judge not by the form of the messenger, but the form of the message.