What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

I think people love each other a little more than they hate each other ... Love has a slim hold on the human corporation, like fifty-one per cent, but it's enough.