Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

...she made her home in between the pages of books.

Right now, it's hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you, ' I said to her.

Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can.-Isabel Culpeper

I am an equation that only she solves, These X's and Y's by other names called, My way of division is desperatley flawed, while I multiply days without her.

Thankfulness should always be our first response when God answers prayers.

Touched by an act of kindness, be kind to others.

Don't talk to us like we ignint!

This is a world of action, and not moping and droning in.

If God and man are in themselves one, and if religion is the human side of this unity then must this unity be made evident to man in religion, and become in him consciousness and reality.

I love telling stories; I always have, and I think women need to be more proactive about telling their own stories and sharing their points of view. So that's definitely a goal for me.

Particular individuals who might never consider dropping out if they were in a different high school might decide to drop out if they attended a school where many boys and girls did so.

Today, I find inspiration in music, art, traveling the world, and meeting new people.

It requires less skill to love than to be loved.

Steve Jackson is a born storyteller. He makes you sweat. . .and turn the page.