The high domed ceiling put me in mind of a skull, a brain, a mind. What did that make us, the readers?

My mind couldn't fit itself around the shape of his absence.

Grief made fools of us all. There was shock in it, but there could hardly be surprise.

You have captured me utterly, and you hold my heart in your hands. Be gentle with it. It's more fragile than you might think.

I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

Yes, God has given us desire. But we are the ones that stoke it. What sort of kindling will we be using to make our fire?

Forgiveness is a highly yielding tool for success. The ROI in it never drops.

Dr. Paul Ekman is a great guy... studying micro-expressions... gestures... and many other facial expression... body movements....

My mother, oddly enough, really wanted to pursue a career in law, but at the time, she had children and was working as a teacher.

I dig Strauss and Wagner, those cats are good...

I don't care what job you get. I care about if you put people down or raise people up.

An end to our getting is the only end to our losses.

I have no doubt in mind that I justify the space I take up in the world.