Sunset is the saddest light there is.

Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

Were all yearning for a wedge of sky, aren't we? I suspect God plants these yearnings in us so we'll at least try and change the course of things. We must try, that's all.

Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway?

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

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