Occupation: Author Birth: October 17, 1950
However far fiction writers stray from their own lives and experiences - and I stray pretty far from mine - I think, ultimately, that we may be writi….
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed..
I think... the secret is to just settle for the shape of your life takes...Instead of you know, always waiting and wishing for what might make you h….
The greatest griefs are silent..
A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity..
Take what people give you. Drink their milkshakes..
If you want your prayers answered, get up off your knees and do something about them..
The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs..
I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is….
Getting a job scared her but she was determined not to shy away from risk. That's what life's all about. Climbing out onto the airplane wing and jump….
My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of….
Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference.
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, hold….
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things..
People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy..
Look, don't just stare at the pages," I used to tell my students. "Become the characters. Live inside the book..
All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth..
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out..
Love stories are probably all Ive ever been able to write or want to write..
Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that..
I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet..