If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them.

I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.

Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.

The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.

Fiction writing is a strange business when you think about it. You sit down and weave a network of lies to explore deeper truths.

Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.

Dialogue comes naturally to me and I can hear the characters' voices in the scenes.