The sin of the desert is knowing where the water is and not sharing it.

We can only lose what we have first claimed.

We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

Suffering ceases to be suffering when we form a clear picture of it.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]