...nothing momentous comes in this world unless it comes on the shoulders of kindness.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece

Nonfiction requires enormous discipline. You construct the terms of your story, and then you stick to them.

I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.

If you can't dress expensive, dress memorable.

The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a blessing.