Do you know what Hell is? ...No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.

Shane met him owing to the storybooks she studied to discover what attributes made one princessly—this wasn't technically a word, but she felt there should be equity in adjectives if not in life.

Trying to destroy yourself gives a pretty clear message and it's not one I think you'd like. Sounds a bit like, “I'm too self-centered to be constructive, so I have to open a vein…

We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.

Isn't watching sacred potential kill itself as good a punishment as eternal fire?

Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.

She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly swooned at the vastness of the thought.

The nature of God's plan can be difficult to fathom when you are toiling in some small corner of it, but it is glorious from above, if you allow yourself the perspective.

The demons are not easily dispatched, instead attaching themselves to otherwise beautiful things, a favorite food or a love note left for you, to see how you react when they rear up.

Maybe it is like Pascal's Wager, but I want to believe in the immortality of the soul because consciousness is such a fantastic gift that is feels cruel and unfair to end it so quickly.

Natural law has decreed it so. Isn't death as much a part of the flow as life? Why fight it? Because maybe the flow splashes into a bottomless pit past that blind turn.

Without being push to the wall, we will have remained in our comfortable zone. But this circumstance challenges us to find the courage to move on.

He was, he admitted, a man who liked to have his cake and eat it too.

I love you with all the shadows in the world for eternity.

To a hungry man, Christ is very lovely when He has a loaf of bread in His hand.

Ebola is not just a health crisis. Across West Africa, a generation of young people risks being lost to an economic catastrophe.

This is the substance of our Plot-For those who play the Perfect Shot, There are ten thousand who do not.

I was really interested in how a health care center could also be a center for the arts and for music, and for bringing together sort of the isolated elements of the community.

A lot of what is famous about film making are the movie stars and what is considered a movie star is a lot of great acting, but also a lot of physical beauty.

People love pitting strong females against each other.

Arty farty, you'll never fool your Aunt, who knew you picked your nose and wet your pants.