She thought she brought a gift of compassion for those exhausted souls who had not received a chest portion from the people who raised them. If compassion and therapy did not work, she could always send her patients to the local pharmacy for drugs.

The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.

South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.

Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part of literature's profligate generosity.

Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

A story untold could be the one that kills you.