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.

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.

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

I am the only one who can tell the story of my life and say what it means.

Our goal as parents should be to endeavor to pass down our faith to the next generation in such a way that they will be able to pass down their faith to the following generation in our absence.

My hope is that 10 years from now, after I've been across the street at work for a while, they'll all be glad they gave me that wonderful vote.

You get the feeling that many of my guests feel that the French language gives them entry into a more cultivated, more intelligent world, more highly civilised too, with rules.

I talked to some of Donald Trump supporters and they, say, yeah, sometimes he makes me cringe, but I still like him, and I still think he's the right thing for America.

In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see.

Rights are won only by those who make their voices heard.

I love Alton Brown's show 'Good Eats,' about the chemistry of food. It's really thoughtful.

The best we can say to God in prayer, is what He has said to us.

Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.

My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.