I wish that we worried more about asking the right questions instead of being so hung up on finding answers.

My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

Sometimes when we have to speak suddenly we come closer to the truth than when we have time to think.

Wherever she was, holy laughter was present to heal and redeem.

Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize.

Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.