I don't hold to the idea that God causes suffering and crisis. I just know that those things come along and God uses them. We think life should be a nice, clean ascending line. But inevitably something wanders onto the scene and creates havoc with the nice way we've arranged life to fall in place.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.

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

Nobody should go through life without falling in love.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.