If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.

I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.