The predation of wolves and women by those who misunderstand them is strikingly similar.

If women were in charge of everything, there would be women tyrants. If black people were in charge, there would be black tyrants. If Hispanics were in charge, then Hispanic tyrants.

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.

For myself, solitude is rather like a folded-up forest that I carry with me everywhere and unfurl around myself when I have need.

How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.

Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.

God forgives us. ... Who am I not to forgive?