We are born knowing how to be just. And we die knowing we spent a lifetime pretending we didn't.

Dissecting a book was the same as making sense of life. You have to find a way to interpret life, or you'll go nuts.

I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.

We are born knowing how to be just. And we die knowing we spent a lifetime pretending we didn't.

Sometimes asking God for a reason for something is like asking Him why the sky is blue. There is a complex, scientific reason for it, Claire, but most children, including you, are content with knowing it is blue because it is. If we understood everything about everything, we would have no need for faith.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.

You shouldn't imagine things that you haven't a shred of proof happened.