And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

We have no home, she told me. I am your home.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

How many people ask you to come share their life?