Truth is no rounder than a horse's eye.

And if you were a spirit, and time did not bind you, and patience and love were all you knew, then there you would wait for someone to return, and the story to unfold.

He felt as if he were paying for the privilege of music with portions of his life and body. But it was well worth it.

...to be paid for one's joy is to steal.

Justice came from a fight amid complexities, and required all the virtues in the world merely to be perceived.

And how does God speak to you?" "In the language of everything that is beautiful.

Whatever I do I've always done not because I want something but to compensate for a loss, to bring about a balance, to create amends, to make things right.