That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: "Nobody else is going to do this.

No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill.

A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.

Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room.

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.

The power of prayer is beyond description.

The more you know about something the less you fear about it.

You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.

I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.

One does not arise from such a book as Sister Carrie with a smirk of satisfaction; one leaves it infinitely touched.

Some sad news from Australia... the inventor of the boomerang grenade died today.

God is recruiting for himself a people who will populate heaven.

Living our lives may not be an exciting prospect to some of us either. Maybe we've been so wrapped up in other people that we've forgotten how to live and enjoy our lives.

Every man may speak truly, but to speak methodically, prudently, and fully is a talent that few men have.

A Librettist is a mere drudge in the world of opera.