This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

You want to give him the book of his own life, the book that will locate him, parent him, arm him for the changes.

What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.

Here is the world, and you live in it, and are grateful. You try to be grateful.

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?

She has failed. She wishes she didn't mind. Something, she thinks, is wrong with her.

If you think you're unable to be on the cover of Time magazine, make it your business to be there.

The success of a civil order should not be judged by its most affluent members, but by the standard of living of its poor.

If a person do not seek God’s face, all of his merits will be working for evil

Movies are an art form that is very available to the masses.

Men throw broken things away, but God never uses anything until he first breaks it.

The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.

You really can't stereotype people or put them in boxes, it's unfair.

Any of us would kill a cow rather than not have beef.

I want [my daughter] to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind.

I will never give in to old age until I become old. And I'm not old yet!