Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

We are humanity, the banner read. Wrong. We’re pale reflections of it, weak shadows, distant echoes.

Do you think we find Jesus, or does He find us?

It's not a question of God 'sending' us to Hell. In each of us there is something growing up which will of itself be Hell unless it is nipped in the bud.

I feel blessed that I still have the little Dolly in my heart, I'm still the same girl that wants to squeeze every little drop out of life that I can.

No matter which word it is, when I pronounce repeatedly, it ends up sounding utterly ridiculous and meaningless to me.

And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.

I'm really not working in a environment that's sonically pristine. It's not a conventional studio, obviously; it's a bit ramshackle.

I still can't believe that I've achieved what I have. It's like I've lived a dream for about five years now

It's easy to say I love you with your mouth. But I like when people say I love you with their heart.

We don't have unions in South Carolina because we don't need unions in South Carolina.