No one thinks much about their ability to breathe; they just do it. It's when a person can't breathe, that they suddenly realize they'd been doing something truly marvelous all along.

When you only do what is expected of you, you never learn what you would've done had you chosen for yourself.

The past hadn't been erased just because a new future had been handed it.

I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.

We are born knowing how to be just. And we die knowing we spent a lifetime pretending we didn't.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.

When we trust someone, we believe what they tell us is true. We experience it as being true. It's not the experience itself that empowers us to believe it. It is the trust.

Confidence tends to minimize the magnitude of the choice.

Dissecting a book was the same as making sense of life. You have to find a way to interpret life, or you'll go nuts.

Our flaws are obvious, yet we are loved and able to love, if we choose, because there is that bit of the divine still smoldering in us.

You shouldn't imagine things that you haven't a shred of proof happened.

Oh. I just assumed... That because I am so absorbed by him everyone must be too.

If a little black girl in Montgomery, Alabama, or some far-reaching region sees something that I do and aspires to do it one day with the knowledge that she can achieve it, then hey, my work is done.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.

Hockey is my life, you know. If I do not play hockey, I do not know what I do.

God is the God of the present as well as of the future...even here on earth, He reigneth, dispensing good and evil.

A shot of brandy can save your life, but a bottle of brandy can kill you.

We called him Barney for short. We couldn't use his real name, there wasn't time.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

There is but one answer to terrorism and it is best delivered with a Winchester rifle.

I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun.