It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.

I do not forget any good deed done to me & I do not carry a grudge for a bad one.

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

We are all pilgrims who seek Italy.

Conscience, the divine nature within us, sees everything as connected, what’s good for all is always its priority.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.

When you are an artist you can turn your hand to anything, in any style. Once you have the tools then all the artforms are the same in the end.

Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.

Faith, joy, optimism. But not the folly of closing your eyes to reality.

I was eleven and I wanted to play it because it was in my blood. It was a feeling I couldn't deny