And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door.

A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it

East of the sun and west of the moon.

It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for love.

The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun.

That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door.But you also get kind of used to it.

She would search for him. In the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But there was no way there.

I don’t trust the answers or the people who give me the answers. I believe in dirt and bone and flowers and fresh pasta and salsa cruda and red wine. I don’t believe in white wine

Organize your life the way God wants it to be. When you pray, ask God for counsel on matters and you will get the wisest advice directly from heaven

A race cannot be purified from without.

The course of Nature is the art of God

I just really am trying, trying, all the time. But I like to be scared. I love to suddenly feel out of control.

What curious little corners of folly are to be found in even the sanest brain!

Judaism was not a religion but a law.

Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.

I don't need to do all the trash talking. I try to do it with my fists, my knees, and my feet.