The finger cut, to save the hand.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

From the stars, to the stars.

The word of God gives hope.

Racist dermatologists think all black people have really bad skin.

There is nothing one sees oftener than the ridiculous and magnificent, such close neighbors that they touch.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.

Your beautiful don't let anyone tell you different

I’m no longer human and there is no past.’ (Acheron's litany)

Of course [I believe in aliens]. Are you so arrogant as to believe we are alone in this universe?