Regrets don't help anything.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

I'll write this all down for you," I said. "I'll put it in a story." I don't know if that's what he wanted to ask me, but it's something everybody wants--for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

Sometimes, in order to say yes to what matters most, I must say no to good things.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.

We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.