Humanity is best described as inhumanity.

It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.

We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.

Good writing ... involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.

Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.