If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely.

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

The time has to be right and the heart willing.

In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.

Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." (...) "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself.