Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted

Another day in paradise' was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

I love to read poetry but I haven't written anything that I'm willing to show anybody.

I joke, but I only half joke, that if you come to one of our hospitals missing a limb, no one will believe you till they get a CAT scan, MRI, or orthopedic consult.

The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole.

That's the funny thing about America--the blessed thing. As many people as there are to hold you back, there are angels whose humanity makes up for all the others. I've had my share of angels.