The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.

He told me once that there was no better faith than a wounded faith and sometimes I wonder if that is what he was doing all along --trying to wound his faith in order to test it--and I was just another stone in the way of his God.

Whatever you say, say nothing.

The world does not turn without moments of grace. Who cares how small.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.