Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe.

Silence is a text easy to misread.

I dream of a true husband—a good man, not a brute, nor a champion of men on the battlefield; I dream but of a gentle man, one who neither speaks too loud nor ignores evil.

The madness of demons is rage - the madness of angels - hope.

…for a true Christian, all strangers are Jesus.

The hand is no different from what it creates.

Ricardo Pinto's The Chosen strikes the reader with great force.

Let your passion and courage swell in you until you can no longer be contained by fear.

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done?

The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.

Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

The journey is the thing.

Somewhere down the line everyone must pay for their misdeeds.

I feel guilty about spending so much time away from home and loved ones.

The soul is stronger than its surroundings.