Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

A flower is a plant's way of making love.

The reason most people have kids is because they get pregnant.

Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.

Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people's back yards.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.

At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quietly begun to hope for nothing at all in the way of love, so as not to be disappointed. It works. It gets to be a habit.