Life is short, very short, and what are we doing here if not trying to become more generous and loving?
According to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving. Hurry up. Speed it along. Start right now.
So, good news/bad news: good news that I'm progressing; bad news that life is short and art is long.
Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
As a fiction writer, one of things you learn is God lives in specificity. You know, human kindness is increased as we pursue specificity.
Success is like a mountain in front of you that keeps growing. If you're not careful, it will take up your whole life.
The bottom line for me is that life is short and art is long.
Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.
We had a chance to go to Mississippi or Alabama, but we decided to come here. We want to be not only a blessing, but to make a difference, even if it's in the life of only one of the 300 children.