Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

It is life that hurts you not death.

You, my lord, are the ending of all true stories.

In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.

An unfree mind is just like a windmill inside the bell jar!

Holy Spirit convicts us when we do something wrong, He guides us back to the right path

I've always backed energy independence policies, but I've heard from people on this issue like no other. The energy interests of Illinois are far broader and deeper than my North Shore district.

The spiritual is the cause of action. Action is life.

Do I doubt the painting I've just painted because it is not right or because I can never like what I do?

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

A century ago, petroleum - what we call oil - was just an obscure commodity; today it is almost as vital to human existence as water.

My priorities had been changing before I had Addie but after she was born they changed completely. I don't count - my daughter sort of owns me.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

For shoes I try to choose a bootie style and opt for a heel that looks good but allows me to get around.