She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them.

Each Christian comes from a different background, upbringing, lineage, and environment. But in Christ we are unified.

We can take full comfort in realizing the continuing strength of our nation. America's lands remain radiantly rich with diversity, and freedom still reigns.

There's a fire starting in my heart

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

There's a conscious decision to everything I do.

Let's have the type of night where it's 5 a.m. and one of us has definitely punched someone who's been on a Disney Channel show.

A guitar has moonlight in it.

But I also think when we embark on intimate relationships, we make a basic human promise to be decent, to hold a flattering mirror up to each other, to be respectful as we explore each other.

The suffering of our people is greater than our differences. We are not yet free at last, so there is work to be done.

I am the dream and the hope of the slave