You don't have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He'd wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn't have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

That's what it is to love someone: to give whatever you can while taking what you must.

You don't have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He'd wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn't have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

What we can't speak, we say in silence.