Life Is Like A Bowl Of Spaghetti.

I Entered A Poem In A Poetry Contest Around 1987, And The Poem Won And I Received $1,000 For It. That Made Me Realize That Maybe What I Was Writing Was Worth Reading To People. After That, For Some Reason, I Turned To Novels And I've Written Mainly Novels Ever Since.

...but It Doesn't Feel Crazy To Us. It Feels Like What We Do.

Don't Judge A Man Until You Have Walked Two Moons In His Moccasins.

I Prayed To Trees. This Was Easier Than Praying Directly To God. There Was Nearly Always A Tree Nearby.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.