Don't confine truth to fact. Imaginative truth is as powerful, and often enough, more so than fact..

There is my father whispering in my ear, Be still still still. And yet you change everything. What was the marsh like, waiting for the storm before y….

Contrary to all those times you've heard a writer confess at a reading that he writes fiction because he is a pathological liar, fiction writing is a….

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive….

I was just delighted to be a legitimate, for-real published author..

He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrance was not the still perfume of high summer;….

What of miniature boats constructed of birch bark and fallen leaves, launched onto cold water clear as air? How many fleets were pushed out toward th….

If you want to be a writer, you write. Everybody wants to get published. You gotta play your long game..

Light changes, our eyes blink and see the world from the slightest difference of perspective and our place in it has changed..

What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many sudden orders of sorrow, any one of….

I breathed the book before I saw it; tasted the book before I read it..

I worry that if whatever pops into your head at any instant immediately goes online, you lose the crucial time for your thoughts to simmer and evolve….

Who was the greatest business man ever. . . The greatest salesman? Advertiser? Who? . . . It was Jesus. . . Jesus was the founder of modern business.….

When his grandchildren had been little, they had asked if they could hide inside the clock. Now he wanted to gather them and open himself up and hide….

I was ravenous for my child and took to gorging myself in the boneyard, hoping that she might possibly meet me halfway, or just beyond, one night, if….