Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her.

The saddest day hath gleams of light The darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it The twinkles o'er the cloudiest night Some solitary star to cheer it.

When one must, one can.

A man to carry on a successful business must have imagination. He must see things in a vision, a dream of the whole thing.

All of you here have one hundred thousand bad drawings in you. The sooner you get rid of them, the better it will be for everyone.

Cancer softened me up. I like the old me better. I liked being angry. It made me feel strong.

everyone knows how to love because we are all born with that gift.

Pray and learn to pray! Deepen your knowledge of the Word of the Living God by reading and meditating on the Scriptures.

Growth is the goal, and that goal is never complete—art must be in constant change.

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.