She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.

She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

The boy’s skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart.

Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination.

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

I was once in darkness, but now, I see a bright light on my path.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in darkness.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

Religion is the reaction of human nature to its search for God.

All progression in spiritual things is dependent upon the attainment of humility.

Plus, I grew up with Steve Cropper. There were so many good guitar players another one wasn't needed. What was needed was a bass.

I was an unusually private person - in a way, kind of insufferably so. I think I thought the celebrity thing when it happened was a temporary phenomenon, and I was above it.

If you want to know who your friends are, have a major failure.

In general, there are patients with insomnia who - many patients with insomnia will actually over report the lack of sleep that they are getting.