But he was here. In my bed. His body warm and hard and feeling so much like home that I ached.

I had a feeling that Ben Lancaster had just tattooed himself onto my soul and the thing about tattoos? They were painful to remove.

She was damaged and broken and there wasn’t any kind of glue in the world that could fix her.

He did not falter, as long as there was a path that led toward his goal.

May you find comfort and peace in every situation.

Life delights in life.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

My own personal rule is to tell jokes that I think the person I'm making them about can laugh at, to go home and tell their family, oh, my gosh.

Who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of regret?

Don't be someone that searches, finds and then runs away.

Metaphor is the only possible language available to religion because it alone is honest about Mystery.

Perhaps a good resolution for the new year would be to keep asking what world we want to pass on to the next generation. Indeed to ask whether we have a real and vivid sense of that next generation.

Good advice is rarer than rubies.