Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. - Anne Lamott

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

Over and over I feel as if my characters know who they are, and what happens to them, and where they have been and where they will go, and what they are capable of doing, but they need me to write it down for them because their handwriting is so bad.