Don't try to write what other people are writing - write what is true to you.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.

I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.

Leah taught me that the greatest secret of life is that we find exactly what we're looking for. In spite of what happens to us, ultimately we decide whether our lives are good or bad, ugly or beautiful.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.