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.

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

I like to be surprised. The best writing is when it defies me, when it starts going a different way than I had planned.

With destruction comes renovation.

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

I like to write first-person because I like to become the character I'm writing.

I think... the secret is to just settle for the shape of your life takes...Instead of you know, always waiting and wishing for what might make you happy.