For those who have an intense urge for Spirit and wisdom, it sits near them, waiting.
Fate, I think, is a thief.
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
We writers are resilient souls.
In Heaven, there are no debts - all have been paid, one way or another - but in Hell there's nothing but debts, and a great deal of payment is exacted, though you can't ever get all paid up. You have to pay, and pay, and keep on paying. So Hell is like an infernal maxed-out credit card that multiplies the charges endlessly.
This is exactly how I would describe my work: 'I get there, I put on the clothes, I leave it on the hanger, and I go home. ' And that's what I do.
When you're writing a 25-minute episode that can be anything, sometimes you just start with a character, and you let them walk into the room. Then you let your instinct guide you. That's how we made art when we were 15 years old. And that's so fun to us.
Christ is the aperture through which the immensity and magnificence of God can be seen.