Alice Adams wrote a sweet note to me after my first novel came out when I was 26, and I was so blown away that I sent her a bunch of stamps by return mail. I have no idea what I was thinking. It was a star struck impulse.
There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.
Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.
You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
We must not inflict life on children who will be resented; we must not inflict unwanted children on society.
When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.
