...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.

A good title holds magic, some cognitive dissonance, a little grit between the teeth, but above all it is the jumping-off place into wonder.

Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn't it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings] Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.

I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room.

organization is the religion of the single parent.

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.

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.