“She wanted to confess and be forgiven. She wanted her soul to be clean, but it was impossible. To be forgiven, she would have to repent. Repent, as in resolve not to sin again. Fred prayed every da...”

“He told himself he would pretend nothing was wrong, but he couldnt fool himself. He could forgive himself for having done something wrong, even something so immoral, so reckless. Harder to live wit...”

“How often in our lives have we withheld the truth from someone were supposed to love? We justify it by telling ourselves were doing them some kindness, when in reality, were just being selfish. We ...”

“Starla, when you work in a restaurant, its not called pie with ice cream on top. Its called pie a la mode. Try saying it one time.A-la-mo, she pronounced.Theres a good girl, Darius said, grinning. ...”

“Not only have we not done the good things that God really wants us to do, but in fact, weve done just the opposite. Weve all done a lot of sinful things that were not very proud of. The good news i...”

“The sun, the moon, the ocean these were all the children of Ouranos and Gaia. They had hundreds more, and they were the grandparents of the gods and of human beings. Ouranos didnt make any of this ...”

“The best music I have ever heard is the sound of my daughters giggling.”

“... He spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid he could bequeath to guide her.”

“Her laughter was my favorite symphony.”

“Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.”

“But marrying within one's own family can get monotonous. One has heard all the same family stories, knows all the jokes and all the same recipes. No novelty.”

“She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.”

“A word mother, means a world to me.”

“Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.”

“STAINSWith red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.Her teeth, the keys of a ...”