It is not good to have TOO MUCH of anything.

I have my own story, and I love my story, but I know I can’t tell it alone, not now. Because stories have centers, but they don’t have edges. No boundaries.

I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I’m not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I’m seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and...

He spotted Jill sitting about thirty feet away, face tipped toward the sun, her straight brown hair tucked behind one ear and slanted across her neck. And Ben decided that when her mouth wasn’t full...

And I love Jane Austen’s use of language too–the way she takes her time to develop a phrase and gives it room to grow, so that these clever, complex statements form slowly and then bloom...

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but don’t three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don’t make a right, but don’t two negatives make a positive?

Robert said, “This is great, huh? Sorry to butt in and everything, but I really need the extra points. For my grade.”Ben nodded and tried to smile. Right, for his grade. He probably wanted to...

But fear doesn’t need doors and windows. It works from the inside.

When we read, we decide when, where, how long, and about what. One of the few places on earth that it is still possible to experience an instant sense of freedom and privacy is anywhere...

And then I see what she means. Because I did have to tell her, just like she had to tell me all of this. I had to trust her. Sometimes you have to tell someone...