Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

I try to stick with what moves me or teaches me about myself, same thing I hope the novels do for others.

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

Love stories are probably all Ive ever been able to write or want to write.

I love revising. If you demystify the process, it comes down to four strategies: what can I do to make the draft better; what should I cut out to make it stronger; what do I need to do to clarify it; and finally, what should I reposition.

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

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.