There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.

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

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

Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?

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.

The truth isn't so simple. Death may be inevitable, but love is not. Love, you have to choose.

There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.