It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

Mitchell had answered that, as far as he understood them, mystical experiences were significant only to the extent that they changed a person's conception of reality, and if that changed conception led to a change in behavior and action, a loss of ego.

In the midst of my skeptical, cynical, often pessimistic nature exists a slender capacity to believe, if only temporarily, in a guiding, unseen power, and whenever this happens, I go with it. That's what inspiration is. You don't get it from the gods. You make it.

The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.

She wanted out of the decorating scheme.

I don’t know what you’re feeling, I won’t even pretend