Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Nokes demanded…. “What do you have for directions?” And Dad… said, “I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen

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.

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