“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...”

“you cannot teach artyou cannot make a soul”

“after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art”

“I see you kneeling in churchstained only by colored windows”

“The only difference between you and a dream is I havent woken up with you”

“Sometimes resilience arrives in the moment you discover your own unshakeable goodness.”

“When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.”

“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”

“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”

“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”

“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”

“I had never been into society; for me the world was the enclosure of the college and the seminary. I had a vague knowledge that there was a something called woman, but I never dwelt upon the subjec...”

“...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...”

“I had never been into society; for me the world was the enclosure of the college and the seminary. I had a vague knowledge that there was a something called woman, but I never dwelt upon the subjec...”