I wonder how many tears the ocean has swallowed, how much of the ocean is actually made of tears.

Sure, I’m gray-shading the line that separates stable and crazy, but the point is, there is a line. And I haven’t completely crossed over to lunatic.

My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die.

I assume these structures are made for siting?

Nice shack

I like the idea of feeling small. Sometimes life can seem bigger than you, you know? But knowing you're less than a speck in the whole scheme of things takes the pressure off, sort of.

Funny how a little sleep, a little makeup, and a lot of contemplating can make you feel like a different person - a stronger version of yourself.

Morning tide makes a great companion when you don't want to be around people. It soothes and comforts and doesn't ask for anything.

We both know dad was my parental trash can, the fatherly receptacle on whom I dumped my emotions.

But pessimism and reality are usually mistaken for each other

Q: When did you realize you wanted to be a w

A loss of any kind is horrible. Not because it takes away, but because it makes you believe- in newspapers, in tomatoes, in empty whiskey bottles.

She understood the nature of sin and knew that its most volatile form was the kind that did not recognize itself.

Always work on the things you're not good at, because once you develop skills in those areas, you have no more fears.

One of the enduring lessons of history is that whenever an empire becomes insular to 'protect' itself, intellectual decline and cultural intolerance are sure to follow.

I've actually considered going with my married name, Julia Hall, but all the paperwork.

Get to know the poor in your country. Love them. Serve them.

And if we're all one, we need to stop our competition with each other. Most of the decisions we make are about survival and winning.

I have a strange combination of fearlessness and massive insecurity.

Sometimes, in my published complaints about not being a writer, I have recalled the prospect - the yearning to be a writer - as it first formed for me.

Flee the country where a lone man holds all power: It is a nation of slaves.