I don't want to say I hear voices; well, actually I do hear voices, but I don't think it's supernatural. I think it's just that when characters are g….

...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad..

But I don't think people take bad advice. They've got intuition too, you know. In fact I'd be surprised if they take any advice at all..

...it's closeness that does you in. Never get too close to people, son..

Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?.

I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place..

I'm falling into disrepair.

But if you never did anything you couldn't undo you'd end up doing nothing at all..

View your burden as a gift. It's the theme that has been given you to work with. Accept that and lean into it..

The very thing that attracts you to someone can end up putting you off..

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It’s greed, plain and simple. When my characters join the circus, I’m joini….

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners..

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased w….

If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all..

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into….

It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now….

The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning.

While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put..

No couple buying wedding rings wants to be reminded that someday one of them will have to accept the other one's ring from a nurse or an undertaker..

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him..

I wonder how many times we dream that kind of dream-something strange and illogical-and fail to realize God is trying to tell us something..