Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.

Whiskers of the cat, Webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in the details.

She'd been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

In my personal life, I'm a comic novel. But then, so are we all, because we're human beings.

Nothing gives us courage more readily than the desire to avoid looking like a damn fool.

Loyal companions are an unequaled grace, stanching fear before it bleeds you numb, a reliable antidote for creeping despair.