The emptiness made her insides ache.

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

You drive me crazy!""You were always crazy. I just highlight it.

Mother Dear, one day I'm going to turn this world upside down."--From My Brother Martin, by Christine King Farris

As we work together as a team, God grows our dreams into something greater than we can accomplish alone.

I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled until I set him free.

A ship with a hole underneath is doomed to sink! And ignorance is also a hole in the brain, a big hole!

I think architecture is rarely the product of a single ideology. It's more like it can be shaped by a really big idea. It can accommodate a lot of life forms.

No man is hurt but by himself.

It can feel like an invasion of privacy, involving an employer in a personal matter.

The scientific facts, which were supposed to contradict the faith in the nineteenth century, are nearly all of them regarded as unscientific fictions in the twentieth century.

I admit I keep a clichéd ironic distance with many things in the world, but Brooklyn is not one of them.

Until your mission is an obsession, nothing will change in your life.