Forgiveness lives alone and far off down the road, but bitterness and art are close, gossipy neighbors, sharing the same clothesline, hanging out their things, getting their laundry confused.

They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

I feared Sarah was one of those women who instead of laughing said, "That's funny," or instead of smiling said, "That's interesting," or instead of saying, "You are a stupid blithering idiot," said, "Well I think it's a little more complicated than that.

Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.

If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.