Remembering that moment stirs something inside -- anger, at first, and then a deep, hollow sadness that ripples through me in its own spiderweb pattern.

The first thing you're going to want to know about me is: Am I a boy, or am I a girl?

In the end, living is defined by dying.

Misery is almost always the result of thinking.

The only thing that matters is what happens on the little hump out in the middle of the field.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.

Ten minutes? That's the women. It's not for the men; not for the real game, mate.

There is a kind of misguided pity that deals gently with false teachers at the expense of their victims.

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

We must be capable of speaking a language of peace, but not one of surrender.

The Cross to me is certain salvation. The Cross is that which I ever adore. The Cross of the Lord is with me. The Cross is my refuge.