Ghosts... they are the completions of the deads intended gestures, there unfinished plans still hanging in the air - something like when you forgot one thing and so you pantomime the motion.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

You can hear a song in every word if you listen closely enough.

This idea struck me: the army is the body : I am the brain. Thinking is my fighting. (15 May 1940)

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

Love does whatever it takes to multiply itself and somehow along the way everyone becomes a part of it.

Racial profiling is illegal, and I do not support it.

Fashion passes, but style remains.

Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.

Don't eat breakfast cereals that change the color of your milk.

We owe it to our children to equip them with all the capabilities they'll need to thrive in the limitless world beyond the classrooms.

You are within God. God is within you.