We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

When I want to take God at his word exactly, I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us everyday.

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.