Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are.

Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are.

He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.

What the world calls failure, I call learning.

If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.

God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed a phenomenon of life how a death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand by us in trouble and console us.

Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer.