Fair is whatever God wants to do.

It is one thing to say you're at war with this whole world and stick your chest out believing it, but when the world shows up with it's crushing numbers and its predatory knowledge, it is another thing completely.

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.

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

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

Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week--a miracle, people say, as if they've been educated from greeting cards.