The war could kill the faith in him, too, if he was not strong or careful enough. He could feel it fluttering within him sometimes, a bird in a cage of knives. Its own blood on its face and wings.

It's weird when you hear teachers call each other by their first names. It's like they're friends or something.

We do not know what is on the other side of the storm.

Transcendence and dissolution, always the same thing.

The war keeps taking pieces of me anyway. Makes the rest of me harder to hit.

I can't believe she's lived this long. God must be avoiding her.

There are no words for so much loss, not right after it happens.

These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.

Do you see? The story I have to tell is so small, of the people who stayed when everyone else fled.

A wise man always has something to say, whereas a fool always needs to say something.

As is often the case with children, the rule of ‘monkey see, monkey do’ plays out in the workplace. It’s hard to be good role model, and it’s one of the greatest challenges of leadership.

Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.

Man becomes man only by the intelligence but he is man only by the heart.

I'm a very private, very reclusive kind of guy.

Things gain meaning by being used in a shared experience or joint action.

I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.

I am grateful for the gifts of intelligence, love, wonder and laughter. You can't say it wasn't interesting.

Give luck a chance to happen.

About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; How well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.