I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

That's the sacred intent of life, of God--to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul.

Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier.

You gotta imagine what's never been.