“How can I not believe that there is a God who exists and loves, when the people before me are infused with that love and pour it out daily?”

“Honesty is easier when you have no face and no real name. And honesty, for me, is very easy on paper.”

“The day we forget the horror, Sam, we will repeat it. Never forget your past. It will make you less human, less than human.”

“Maybe that's what love issacrificing yourself to save another, taking the insult or taking the hit.”

“He reminds me of a comfortable sweater that you pull on, knowing it will keep you warm every time.”

“Love spills out of these people. That's what I want. Settling for anything less is a lie.”

“...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.”

“Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves,Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.”

“In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. Owen Barfield”

“The constant reprimands made me hyperconscious of my own performance, and so instead of getting rid of self, I had become embedded in the egoism I was supposed to transcend. Now I was beginning to ...”

“Silence is the mother of truth.”

“Silence is a powerful tool.”