I make a distinction between true and real. I think that the story is true, it’s just not real. That’s what a parable is. It takes things that we all know are real, and it takes life events that actually happens, and it weaves them into a fiction that allows truth to actually be embedded.

Even though you can't finally grasp me, guess what? I still want to be known.

Through . . . lies you try to run your life and manipulate others. . . . Lies become an inhibitor in your relationship . . . .

Love always leaves a significant mark.

The 'will to power and independence' has become so ubiquitous that it is now considered normal.

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

I'm not an actual author but an accidental one.