Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

Hurting a softhearted caring person would please you but loss is yours

This is what I call life: a woman to love, a job to do, and a cause to fight

I'm about five inches from being an outstanding golfer. That's the distance my left ear is from my right.

You have to develop a style that suits you and pursue it, not just develop a bag of tricks.

To build your house on the rock is to hear what Jesus says and obey. To be foolish and build your house on the sand is to hear and ignore.

There's nothing worse, I guess, than being black in an all-white church or being southern and being a liberal.

I hope you're not smoking in front of her,' Lucia says to him. 'Yeah, I lie in bed and puff in her face, Lucia,' he says, irritated.

Treat everyone you meet like God in drag.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.