You matter, Mama repeated. Not because of whose son you are. Because of who you are. You're as important as every other human being that ever was or ever will be. Everyone matters.

I slipped my hand into hers. A strange and unfamiliar feeling ran through me. It felt like the ocean, like sunlight, like horses. Like love. I searched my mind and found the name for it. Joy.

Writing is painting for the imagination!

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

The cosmos will always mirror back to us whatever your inner state is. The greater the love we discover in ourselves, the greater the love will reflect back to us from the environment through others.

If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!

I think we ought to have a kindness year, or a kindness century.

Don't say that you want to give, but go ahead and give! You'll never catch up with a mere hope.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

Today, Mr. Darcy is a vampire.

Learning to live is learning to let go.

Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.