I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

The reason they invented coffins, to lock the dead in, preserve them, they put makeup on them; they didn't want them spreading or changing into anything else. The stone with the name and date was on them to weight them down.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.

The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.

Choice of evils debates always produce extremism - people choose what they hope is the lesser evil, then call it good and demonize the other choice. It will be a challenge for your generation to synthesize - to move beyond Us versus Them, to We.

Human understanding is fallible, and we see through a glass, darkly. Any religion is a shadow of God. But the shadows of God are not God.