A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

Why is it that only in the very beginnings of a relationship are you aware of the heat coming from inside a person, of the number of inches you would have to move for your shoulders to brush as if it were an accident?

What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.

What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.