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

I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.

One does not know where love will take you.

The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.

My mother thought of my father as half barbarian and half blunt instrument, and she isolated him from his children.

Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.