I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.

She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.

We shape ourselves by our imaginative reach.

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.