But this dagger – this was her first. Her favorite. The same one that had sliced off the boy’s toe on the beach and sent it rolling through the sand.

It had to be the hardest thing, even if he’d never known it himself – to accept that the ones you loved would find their own way home.

She had seen it done. Wherever they glittered in the afterlife – flying among the high rafters of heaven, swimming with her mother in an undersea cave – she hoped the tigers had known it, and roared.

Here is our rapin' cave. It's not much of a cave... and we haven't done much rapin'... but man, we've had some good times.

Christ says, 'Give me all. I don't want so much of your time and so much of your money and so much of your work: I want You.'

The true person is Not anyone in particular; But like the deep blue color Of the limitless sky, It is everyone, Everywhere in the world.

Personally I prefer Gospel music.

First be best, then be first.

When you are young, there is so much ahead of you, it's like the Saharan desert. You can't even see across it.

Touch is the landscape / of what is possible.

For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.

The people who make art their business are mostly imposters.