When ours are interrupted, his are not. His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless or wasted or unendurable).

We are not meant to die merely in order to be dead. God could not want that for the creatures to whom He has given the breath of life. We die in order to live.

If He is God, He is still in charge.

In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortalcoil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

Entertaining females with accounts of jug-bitten maunderings is one of my favourite pastimes.

I drank my bottle of milk and ate my morsel of bread somewhere on the outskirts, while I circumspectly studied my environment or else fell to meditating on my own harsh lot.

We're all simultaneously separated and connected by our devices, staring into our little screens, and also hungry for experience and community.

People love discovering you. The thing about not being historically a mainstream writer is that everyone feels like you're theirs, you're their friend.

I don't mind bees and think we are all the better for having them around. I like the taste of honey.

You don't become the character

I'm not homophobic. I'm not scared of my house.

Be dignified, honest and truthful.