You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car

A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries and blessings woven into everything, into the very words we speak.