Sometimes I think I might not have written 'The Age of Miracles' if I hadn't grown up in California if I hadn't been exposed to its very particular blend of beauty and disaster of danger and denial.

Bracketing has turned all my experiences remembered and present into a gallery of miracles where I wander around dazzled by the beauty of events I cannot explain.

My mother always called me an ugly weed so I never was aware of anything until I was older. Plain girls should have someone telling them they are beautiful. Sometimes this works miracles.

A strong positive mental attitude will create more miracles than any wonder drug.