Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?

You don't sit up in a cave and write the Great American Novel and know it is utterly superb, and then throw it page by page into the fire. You just don't do that. You send it out. You have to send it out.

If All Men Were Brothers, Would You Let One Marry Your Sister?

The novels were all right for a while until she found out that most of them were like the movies - all about the pretty ones who really own the world.

There are people who have tremendously important things to say, but they say it so poorly that nobody would ever want to read it.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

If ever you want to touch the hand and the heart of God Almighty, you can do it through the body of someone you love. Anytime. Anywhere. Without no middleman.