She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

The lampshade on my head is for my bright ideas. I won't be able to convey them until Monday, when my curtain gets out of the dry cleaners.

truth is that which makes a people certain, clear, and strong.

Control what you can, but flow with what you can’t.

I am surrounded by priests who repeat incessantly that their kingdom is not of this world, and yet they lay hands on everything they can get.

I find that with some girls, the words 'work' and 'education' have gotten a bad rap.

The omelette tasted like flannel.

I am physically allergic to flip-flops

Well, I beat my man. Now it's up to you to beat yours.

Oh, I know that. You know me, baby, I cannot be broken. Takes a giant to snap me in half.