You gotta know someone cares about you, or you just give up.

Lord, let me heed the angels you put in my path.

...the long train ride was like traveling through limbo. You weren't anywhere when you were on a train, she decided. You weren't where you had been, and you weren't yet where you were going. You were nowhere. It might be beautiful outside the window-and it was, she had sense enough to realize that-but it wasn't anywhere to her, just a scene passing by that was framed by the train window. (p160)

Crazy people who are judged to be harmless are allowed an enormous amount of freedom ordinary people are denied.

My writing comes from ideas that make a sound in my heart.

What a gift of grace to be able to take the chaos from within and from it create some semblance of order.

If you could hold your nose to avoid a stink, or close your eyes to cut out a sight, why not shut off your brain to avoid a thought?