Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.

Downstream is always someone else's up.

Oh, mercy. If it catches you in the wrong frame of mind, the King James Bible can make you want to drink poison in no uncertain terms.

If I had to give up my life for anything, it would have to have the resilience of hope, the elation of new literacy, the brilliant life of a field of flowers, the elementary kindness of bread. Nothing short of that. It would have to be something as sure as love.

Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.