She felt the phrase “demand her rights” had lain inside her forever, waiting.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.

The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.

Inside her it was as if death didn’t exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand.

It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white as long as it catches mice.

Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

I find it so funny how people that don't write the music, and have no involvement in it, can make such huge decisions on behalf of artists.

I thrive most when I have to juggle things.

I have yet to find a faithful tithe payer who cannot testify that in a very literal and wonderful way the windows of Heaven have been opened and blessings have been poured out upon him or her.

Fidelity is simply daring to be true in small things as well as great.

There is always joy in achieving ,but the greater satisfaction lies in sharing the achievement.

I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.

The man who doesn't know what the universe is doesn't know where he lives.

When a garden is used as a place to pause for thought, that is when a Zen garden comes to life. When you contemplate a garden like this it will form as lasting impression on your heart.