This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

Only Jesus can complete.

I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer.

Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!

I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.

I don’t know what more to say... I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could... Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.

I don't want to be married just to be married. I can't think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can't talk to, or worse, someone I can't be silent with.

Destiny is what you make it; otherwise you are at the mercy of fate.

They were stuck in a moment that wouldn’t quit.

A gust of wind set the leaves of grass to dancing and celebrated the grass's song before it died.

Every now and then I will play; I try to focus on charitable work. I might do it because it's an offer I can't refuse, so I rally and try to stay in shape and keep myself active.

Every man has got to know his limitations.

Meditate on the Word in the Word.

I'm just looking for interesting roles and giving acting the respect it deserves.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

When one goes to see Modern Times, for instance, one understands much more about socialism than listening to the man who was then head of the Socialist movement in Italy.