If we keep demanding that God yield up His answers, perhaps some day we will understand them. And then we will be something more than clever apes, and we shall dance with God.

The dachshund is a perfectly engineered dog. It is precisely long enough for a single standard stroke of the back, but you aren't paying for any superfluous leg.

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?

When it comes down to it, I don't have much in the way of advice to offer you, but here it is: Read to children. Vote. And never buy anything from a man who's selling fear.

Wisdom begins when you discover the difference between "That doesn't make sense" and "I don't understand.

God save us from idealists! They dream of a world without injustice, and what crime won't they commit to get it! I swear, Mirella, I'll settle for a world with good manners.

The sparrow still falls.

No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there's always a thread of grace.

Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

God's got a lot of explaining to do. Of course, God never explains. When life breaks your heart, you're just supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over, I guess.

Write the ending first and then you'll know before the opening sentence that it's going to be a good book.

To effectively combat the devil, you need to pray.

There is a type of snobbish, pompous journalist who thinks that the only news that has any validity is war, famine, pestilence or politics. I don't come from that school.

I don't like to look for anything in particular.

Don't let a mad world tell you that success is anything other than a successful present moment.

I don't watch a lot of TV. I am madly in love, I'm a big sap, I'm madly in love with Extreme Makeover Home Edition. I cry every week.

I think if you steal well, you're a genius. If you copy badly, you're a hack.

Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

You may protest if you can love the person you are protesting against as much as you love yourself.