Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

Betrayal is astounding as it shows beautiful colours never seen before ...

The only thing they'll let you shoot with a camera.

It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in.

I'm not denying that monopolies are terrible things, but I am denying that it is readily easy to resolve them through legislation of that nature.

It takes intentional effort to tune out every voice except God's.

The very impossibility which I find to prove that God is not, discovers to me his existence.

Dismiss thoughts of 'good, bad, right, wrong, success, failure' - be spontaneous.

Saints are only sinners who keep trying.

I am a classic 'Star Trek' fanatic.

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.