Silence, too, can be torture.

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.