As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?

There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

But sometimes, in order to win, you have to make sacrifices.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.

There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.