Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.

For me, almost always, the answer was cake.

Love and prayer are intimately related.

If you only write for 15 minutes at a time, you can write a book and still have time for Legos.

Marry, don't marry, ' Auntie Aya says as we unfold layers of dough to make an apple str

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground

She let out a strangled laugh. “Yeah, that’s how it works. I just woke up one morning and was like, ‘gee, I want to screw Kyler.’ Seriously, you have no clue.

Whether you approach your dreams on soft feet or in a breathless run, just so long as you acknowledge that your dreams are valuable and worthy of pursuing, then you’ve made it.

The journey itself is my home.

I realized that I was connected to Africa.

All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

It is not your hold of Christ that saves you, but His hold of you.

Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.

There is no degree of human suffering which in and of itself is going to bring about change. Only organisation can change things.

Neither object nor time off, put up with what comes.