He’d given up his mortality, his soul, for this moment, this second chance, and if she fell in love with him again, he needed to know it was real.

Our love grows soft if it is not strengthened by truth, and our truth grows hard if it is not softened by love.

Even if god was proved beyond doubt that he did not exist. We would still believe in him. We don't need hard facts, we need true emotions.

Of all the rabbinic sages of antiquity, perhaps none was more influential or famous than Rabbi Akiva.

We also need to be willing to make room in our lives for the impending birth of our dreams.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

I think I've become more like my mom just because of what we're both interested in, children and teaching and writing.

You've got to realize that any lady on a soap is devoting her life to it, 24/7.

I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.

There's a pressure regardless of that to do a good show.

Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.