Who can judge another man's suffering?

There is no God, there is only what you want.

Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

What is real is always worth it.

If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them is to bring literature to people who would normally not be quite as demanding in their reading tastes, to show them writing that can be more than just entertainment.

What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.