Occupation: Novelist Birth: July 13, 1957
...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to….
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places an….
Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is….
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I ….
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when y….
I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have..
We all need people to tell us that we were the ones who had been deeply wronged..
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer..
It was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durable—like strands of a web weaving around us, holding us..
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. I hadn't lear….
Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave..
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page..
Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was diffic….
My god has always been a laissez-faire deity, giving you the initial goods and sending you on to make your way..
In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site..
It is a rule of nature that taking a day off on the farm sets a person back at least a week..
It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide….
It's all a big old chain. There isn't one unconnected link..
Our mission in life is not to discover our fate as we go along, or even to procreate, but rather to fill up the endless gray void that is time..
It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can..
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once yo….