Love left to languish will bear poisonous fruit.

Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.

We don't get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.

He sent up another silent prayer to wherever desperate prayers go and took the first step toward what he hoped would be salvation.

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

Content arises out of certain considerations about form, material, context-and that when that subject matter is sufficiently far away.

None are known to be good, till they have opportunity to be bad.

When Eve dropped her shield of faith, every other piece of her spiritual armor became vulnerable.

The mood was terrible. You could see it in everybody's eyes. The body language was just defeated. When they put me in I was hoping I could give us some energy and try to bring us back.

All the good you've ever done does not make it permissible to sin now.

Always remember: If you're alone in the kitchen and you drop the lamb, you can always just pick it up. Who's going to know?

I'm a novelist at heart. How's that? And that's how I make my living, is I write novels.

Love. People threw that word around like carzy.