To those who have given up on love: I say, "Trust life a little bit.

In a long meter hymn, a singer - they call it 'lays out a line.' And then the whole church joins in in repeating that line. And they form a wall of harmony so tight, you can't wedge a pin between it.

To be human is to be challenged to be more divine. Not even to try to meet such a challenge is the biggest defeat imaginable.

We agreed that great men and women should be forced to live as long as possible. The reverence they enjoyed was a life sentence, which they could neither revoke nor modify.

Moderation in all things. And even moderation in moderation. Don't get too much moderation, you know?

The breezes of the West African night were intimate and shy, licking the hair, sweeping through cotton dresses with unseemly intimacy, then disappearing into the utter blackness.

Each of us has that right, that possibility, to invent ourselves daily.