Fiction is such a world of freedom, it's wonderful. If you want someone to fly, they can fly.
It matters to me that I feel loved by the universe - and I do.
The experience of God, or in any case the possibility of experiencing God, is innate.
Love is big; love can hold anger, love can even hold hatred. It's about the intention of what you want it to do.
The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout.
She was so quiet. So reflective. And she could erase herself, her spirit, with a swiftness that truly startled, when she knew the people around her could not respect it.