All the emails I get these days start with sorry but I've been so busy, and I don't understand how we can be so busy and then have nothing to say to each other.

If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

There are so many people in the world, and I want to know them all but I don’t even know my next-door neighbor’s name.

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

there are only these: sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home.

I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.

I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.

Everybodys got their own situation and their own needs.

Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published.

I'm surprised, but I'm glad, I realise that this is what i wanted that night last week, to simply make a connection and keep hold of it.

It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.

Say not you know another entirely, till you have divided an inheritance with him.

We must know how to properly manage the abundance of God’s riches that He will give to those who are ready to establish His Kingdom on this earth

Emotional self-defense...Those who care so much, maybe too much, know that it takes wisdom and courage to sometimes say, “no” to others.

All I know is that I'm a sinner and that God has forgiven me of my sins. Because I put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ.

A real jiu-jitsu fighter does not go around beating people down. Our defense is made to neutralize aggression.

I did not lose this election, or had a bad result compared with what we might have got because of Islam.

I think it was impossible not to come upon a lot of confabulation simply because any good scholarship that has been done since [Buckminster Fuller] death has really delved in that.

France was long a despotism tempered by epigrams.

I went before the Lord, and I wrote what the Lord told me to write . . . .