Every man, woman, and child on this earth is a wandering pilgrim in his or her own way—each searching for a belonging place. That sense of belonging is found only as we care for one another.

I must give you this warning: your journeys will rarely ever go as you plan. You will make mistakes, and you will feel lost. Whenever that happens, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.

Willpower, though important in its own way, is never enough. In order for you to be truly powerful, you must open up and trust in something beyond yourself—something you cannot prove for certain.

Have faith in the light you carry.

Faith is believing in something you cannot prove for certain.

Always go as far as you can see, then let faith take you the rest of the way.

And so I tell you, restless one, that no matter what happens, when things get dark, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

Where does your soul walk? Does it walk in the sunlit woods or hide in the shadowy forest?

I didn't just see a child in my dreams—I felt it in my heart.

Where does your soul walk?

The previously unloved may find it hard to believe that they are now loved; that is such a miracle, they feel; such a miracle.

Members of society must obey the law because they personally believe that its commands are justified.

I lived in New York for maybe a year and a half, from '95 to '97, but I live in Dallas. My whole family is there.

Social science virtually abhors the event. Not without reason; the short-term is the most capricious and deceptive form of time.

The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.

Magazines are another medium I love, because 95% is simply based on 'How the hell are we going to fill all this blank space?

Usefulness depends on tractability.

When you sign on to be an activist in northwest Montana, people in the grocery store will avoid eye contact, particularly if they're hanging out with outspoken opponents to your views.

The poets get a quizzical ahem. They reflect time, I am the very ticking.

Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous.