I don't think there's a shortage of material in the world. Or in my head. I just pray for continued good health, because I've got other stories to tell.
Was anything in the world truer than that intuitive leap of the heart?
I’ve always known that there’s more going on inside me than finds its way into the world, but this is probably true of everyone. Who doesn’t regret that he isn’t more fully understood?
Bookstores, like libraries, are the physical manifestation of the wide world's longest, most thrilling conversation.
There are a great many sins in this world, none of them original.