When you first start writing-and I think it's true for a lot of beginning writers-you're scared to death that if you don't get that sentence right that minute it's never going to show up again. And it isn't. But it doesn't matter-another one will, and it'll probably be better. And I don't mind writing badly for a couple of days because I know I can fix it-and fix it again and again and again, and it will be better.

Birth, life, and death― each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.

Make a difference, does it? You stay the night here snake get you.

Let your face speak what's in your heart.

Can't nothing heal without pain, you know.