“We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.”

“But change proves that you are still alive. Change often measures our tolerance for folk different from ourselves. Can we accept their languages, their customs, their garments, and their foods into...”

“Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.”

“To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.”

“His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.”

“Still I promise myself, "Next time I will do better" in the all-too-human conceit that I will always be offered a "next time.”

“Probably, after all we could say that life is like Dexter... a code... and how good can you work with it?”

“I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm”

“The Bible consistently and directly indicates that when we give generously, we're serving, honoring, and glorifying God. After all, generosity is fundamental to God's nature.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“How 'bout a shot of truth in that denial cocktail.”

“... you sometimes had to force people to say things they would rather not articulate, just so they could hear their own words. It was interesting the way people could know things and not know them ...”

“To regret ones own experiences is to arrest ones own development. To deny ones own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of ones own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.”