If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

Most people in America want an easy read. I call it McFiction - books which pass right through you without you even digesting them. I don't mean a book that has two-syllable words. I mean chapters you can read in a toilet break. Happy endings. We are more of a TV culture.

It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

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

We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.