When we trust someone, we believe what they tell us is true. We experience it as being true. It's not the experience itself that empowers us to believe it. It is the trust.

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

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.

Confidence tends to minimize the magnitude of the choice.

When you only do what is expected of you, you never learn what you would've done had you chosen for yourself.

Our flaws are obvious, yet we are loved and able to love, if we choose, because there is that bit of the divine still smoldering in us.

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.