Teenagers are free verse walking around on two legs.

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is that if we are not beautiful to each other, we cannot know beauty in any form.

Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.

Fiction is a piece of truth that turns lies to meaning.

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

I did not begin with craft, I began with strong feelings and worked toward craft.

Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside.

One of the strengths I derive from my class background is that I am accustomed to contempt.

The only magic we have is what we make in ourselves, the muscles we build up on the inside, the sense of belief we create from nothing.

I have wanted everything as a writer and a woman, but most of all a world changed utterly by my revelations.

You sound like a college freshman taking his first philosophy class way too seriously, but that's good.

You have to pretend that your life is a financial pleasure even when your autographs are bouncing.

If God and Christ were equal then Christ should be called God’s brother, not God’s Son.

If you want the meaning of families and life and religion and philosophy rolled into one package, all you need to read is The Brothers Karamazov.

That the Devil finds work for idle hands to do is probably true. But there is a profound difference between leisure and idleness.

The Nazis victimized some people for what they did, some for what they refused to do, some for what they were, and some for the fact that they were.

Buechner is a worthy member of the great prose stylists: Pascal, Newman, and Merton, who have harnessed their art to a passionate religious faith.

It seems there's a sliding scale between the money they spend on a movie and its creativity.

Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.

Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. Night passed.