She always imagined that evil played out on a large canvas- wars, concentration camps, gas chambers, the partitioning of nations. Now she realized that evil had a domestic side, and its very banality protected it from exposure.

You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down

And a mother without children is not a mother at all, and if I am not a mother, than I am nothing. Nothing. I am like sugar dissolved in a glass of water. Or, I am like salt, which disappears when you cook with it. I am salt. Without my children, I cease to exist.

Liquor is the kiss of the angels as well as the curse of the devil. It can conceal but also can reveal

The Forty Rules of Love is a wise, joyous page-turner... and one that speaks urgently to our war-ravaged times.

I intend to give my eighty-two-year-old dad a copy of God Never Blinks. I will also buy one for a sixteen-year-old friend. This wise, compassionate, and honest book is a blueprint for living a happy, fulfilling life. Its lessons are timeless – and timely.

Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.