To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.
Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.
I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.
How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.
I see a good marriage as being like two tall trees growing beside each other, each nourishing the grace of the other.
How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.