I'm dark matter. The universe inside of me is full of something, and science can't even shine a light on it. I feel like I'm mostly made of mysteries.

I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn’t a dream of flying. It’s a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels realer than my life.

I can't imagine a universe in which I try to unlove her.

Even people who've never seen a miracle can believe in miracles.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

No prayers can be heard which do not come from a forgiving heart.

I just think music is so intrinsically linked with images in the culture that we live in that you'll be hard-pressed to have an experience with the music without a preconceived notion.

...our best task is to move forward without insisting others slide backward.

You’re hated by some, loved by others, but that’s what’s great about being different. If everybody loved you, that means you’re not doing the right thing most of the time.

Love that goes upward is worship; Love that goes outward is affection; Love that stoops is grace.

Canada has one great novelist (Robertson Davies), which means it has one for every twenty-five million citizens - the world's highest ratio.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been interested in issues of social justice, political freedom, and civil rights.

The question 'Who am I?' is not really meant to get an answer, the question 'Who am I?' is meant to dissolve the questioner.

I would not like to be the only woman on the court.