If there is no god, what is left but science? What is left to endow us with any grace? You can tell me the chemical makeup of my skin and my brain, but how can you explain away my soul? And if there is no god to watch over me, chastise me, grieve for me, rejoice for me, make me fear, and make me wonder, what am I but a collection of metals and liquids with nothing to celebrate about my daily living?

You have not traveled enough," she said. "Or you'd know that every journey makes its own map across your heart.

I realized a long time ago, with a certain amazement, that no mattter how important something is in your life, no matter how huge it is, how much space it takes up in your heart and in your thoughts, unless you mention it to other people, they have no idea it exists.

I have changed for the last time--this is the man I will be till I die. And that man loves you.

A truth that no one knows is still the truth.

He is so kind that he makes me search my soul to find new ways to be compassionate to others.

And might I live long enough to see the world yet again as a place completely different, through eyes that see another truth not yet revealed?