Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

Soul winning for Christ Jesus is a great business everyone must endeavor to start and keep it diligently

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

By means of industry and perseverance you will rise higher and higher.

Hope is the greatest thing for moms of autism. Hope is what gets us out of bed in the morning. I'm on a mission to tell parents that there is a way.

Infidelity is seated in the heart; its origin is not in the head. It is the wish that Christianity might not be true, that leads to an argument to prove it.

I was going through a crisis once, so I went to therapy because I was so unbearable for myself.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Whenever you serve others in any way, you are actually serving God.

Contradictory to my religion, I think, is journalism.

I only wish I could write with both hands, so as not to forget one thing while I am saying another.