The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one’s advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

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

She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.

When you’re hurting deeply, you go inward.