You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.

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.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

I felt someone should personally thank every rock out there for the human misery it had absorbed. We should kiss them one by one & say, we are sorry, but something strong & lasting had to do this for May, & you are the chosen ones. God bless your rock hearts.

You don't have to place your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life. You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart.

There is nothing perfect...only life.