One of the things [fiction] does is lead you to recognize what you did not know before.

Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.

Music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.

The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.

From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things, whether they have speech or not, and in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.

I have become very critical of the whole book award system and could preach on that subject for quite a while, but I do know what an award can mean to a writer early in her career. It can give an essential validation.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.