When I'm having trouble I write by hand. There is some connection between the mind and the fingers that draws out words.

A shiver runs down your spine when you realize it is not our imagination. Something is watching us out there.

That's the true sign. If the lover has not yet achieved his prize, his eyes will follow the woman, while she appears indifferent. But once he's gained his goal, it's the woman's eyes that follow him, while the man seems careless and indifferent.

Prayer is a law of the universe, like gravity. You don't even have to believe in God to ask.

Sometimes writer's block is no more than a signal that you have not done enough research.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes and colors, visible and invisible to the physical eye. But always you are changed from having seen one.

Angels live no place, as God lives no place. They live in the space of eternity, in the center of our hearts, and sometimes I think we each serve as the channels and angels of God, touched by wings of silence, pushed to angelic acts.