There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world.

Some animals are secretive; some are shy. A cat is private.

Stories should be natural as apples, brief as lust, long as a thought.

Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

I read assiduously. I kept in touch with my species.

The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.

Is the story developing an attitude or victimized by it.

Self-confidence can be crippling.

I can only gesture at what makes a story good.

Sometimes the only thing we can do for people is pray.

Is the church really demonstrating the new life in Christ if there is no discipline, if there is no fencing in of the Lord's table, no demand for purity of life?

Welcome to my garage. This is where I go to get away from the Honey-Do list.

I was in relationship with a guy who was much older than me - either he was past his prime and I was coming into mine. There was nothing I could do to keep his attention.

The social world is transforming the way we create wealth, work, learn, play, raise our children, and probably the way we think.

Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.

I'm happy in English studios. I just feel like there's no pressure anywhere.

Every parent can imagine the joys of child abuse.

As we learn to have compassion for ourselves, the circle of compassion for others - what and whom we can work with, and how - becomes wider.

I spent a lot of my childhood not fitting in, in a lot of different ways.