In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth.

Loose lips sink ships.

I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.