I couldn't remember anyone hugging me like that before.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Lets be sheep of God, not sheep of men.

GUNS ARE NOT THE ISSUE. WE ARE.

True education does not fill our minds with facts but teach us how to think to gain wisdom.

I am not responsible for what another man thinks. I do claim responsibility for helping another man think

In our society leaving baby with Daddy is just one step above leaving the kids to be raised by wolves or apes.

Teachers believe they have a gift for giving; it drives them with the same irrepressible drive that drives others to create a work of art or a market or a building.

Critics say it's illegal for Donald Trump to run for president while hosting a TV show. It's also illegal to run for president if your hair wasn't born in this country.

E-I-E-I-O is actually a gross misspelling of the word farm.

There are certain realities we must speak of with our children that were not present when I was a child.

Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.