Happiness is the anticipation of future happines.

I loved my mother too, ' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.

I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.

I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.

our heads were full of nebulous ideas, which cast an idealized, almost romantic glow over life

Live your best life now

Painful truth is better than a pleasant lie.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

I'm not interested in perfection. The universe is perfect, and there are some works of art that we see as perfect, but human beings aren't perfect.

Viewers can determine what they want to watch and what they don't want to watch.

Christianity thinks of human individuals not as mere members of a group or items in a list, but as organs in a body-different from one another and each contributing what no other could.

Do you know how to pick a lock?" "Not in the least, I'm afraid." "I often wonder what we go to school for," said Wimsey.

The principal point of cleverness is to know how to value things just as they deserve.

Failure makes excuses. Success just keeps swinging the bat.