And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might be encased in one mortal chamber.

God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours.

I was beloved. I had been hoped for. Somehow, I was necessary.

How mighty, how great the One must be, I thought, to send the heavens careening, and yet hear the cry of a single heart.

The words, when they came to my heart, were so gentle, and familiar -- and so very sad: What is this you have done?

I wonder now if [the gods] take from us that which we love so we must seek them, if only to scavenge for meaning in this existence.

Turn off the lights! They overshadow my fame!

Foolishness is darkness.

It's easy to make a buck. It's a lot tougher to make a difference.

There is an answer, some day we will know And you will ask her, why she had to go We live and die, we laugh and we cry You must take away the pain Before you can begin to live again

We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation.

I hope that in my thirties I grow as a writer, push into new territory.

Just think, reader, what will happen to you if the truth of a mad beast overpowers the sane truth of man?

Remember that the Unification Church rose, not in freedom, but from a prison, the pit of suffering.

He who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.

Poise the cause in justice's equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.