Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth.

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long. I have to think my mother felt something like that.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.