Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

Words have longer lives than people.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

Observing and understanding are two different things.

Tell me who I am. (29)