The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

Kumquats?I've had a few.But then again, tofu dementia.

One is always greater than hundred because without one there is no hundred

I've got big feet, so filling someone else's big shoes doesn't scare me.

The ego holds us to this world. The ego is the feeling that you are. But you are not, nor have you ever been, nor will you ever be.

If ever the Divine appeared on earth, it was in the person of Christ.

Michael Flynn not exactly cut from that cloth. Someone who has very strong views about almost everything in the realm of national security and defense.

I toned down my accent at school; otherwise, people would pick on me.

He has a great pass, great vision, great shot, great everything.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours.