Prayer is like water - something you can't imagine has the strength or power to do any good, and yet give it time and it can change the lay of the land.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

Chicken,' Josie said. 'Have you ever been in love?' Peter looked at Josie, and thought of how they had once tied a note with their addresses to a helium balloon and let it go in her backyard, certain it would reach Mars. Instead, they had received a letter from a widow who lived two blocks away. 'Yeah,' he said. 'I think so.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.