I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.

Nobody will listen to you unless they sense that you like them.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.

What I’m saying is I think life is staggering and we’re just used to it. We all are like spoiled children no longer impressed with the gifts we’re given—it’s just another sunset, just another rainstorm moving in over the mountain, just another child being born, just another funeral.

All my books have been titled based on a piece of the prose from inside the book.

the times we worked harder to make the day stand out. our story demanded that we change and so we did.