We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

We're all moons. Sometimes our dark sides overshadow our light.

"Wait and see" is no easier now than it was as a child.

Raising or caring for children requires sacrifice and service, which, I believe, heals us from the destructive forces of self-centeredness.

The idea of being a novelist is really romantic, but it's kind of the same as being president of the United States - it's not gonna happen.

We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.