But I was not a mouse. In the fields where I walked, I was much more interested in the actions of the hawks.

...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.

From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library...At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library...

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.

Be VERY careful of who or what you entertain when you’re bored. Boredom can get you caught up in some foul stuff. Trust!

What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the power to name. And the defined are now taking that power away from them.

I walked and walked, sometimes with an objective- a friend's house, a shop, the church or school- but mostly at random, to outrun oppression.

We can only feel happy and fulfilled if we're engaged in our (soul's) purpose.

Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.

It is a fact beyond question that there are two kinds of Christian experience, one of which is an experience of bondage, and the other an experience of liberty.

When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.

The rule should be to minimize the need for people to get together to accomplish anything.

If family or friends are unwell or ill - it's perhaps the only thing that really can make one feel vulnerable.

If all we needed were ideas and positive thinking, then we all would have had ponies when we were kids and we would all be living our "dream life" now.