She has a book out called Gifts. I have been browsing it here at the housesitting house. I like this passages best of all so far.
To see that your life is a story while you're in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well. It's unwise, though, to think that you know how it's going to go, or how it's going to end. That's to be known only when it's over.
And even when it is over, even when it is somebody else's life, somebody who lived a hundred years ago, whose story I've heard time and again, while I'm hearing it I hope and fear as if I didn't know how it would end; and so live the story and it lives in me. That's as good a way as I know to outwit death. Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but not with him.