The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

Courage and fear were one thing too.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.

The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.

...no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love.