There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

…She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. “I don’t want to die, ” she whispered, “but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

As Blake wrote in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: “You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

She says the problem with most Christians is that they show up once a week to pray that God's will be done- and when it is, they complain.

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?”“I don’t have a good answer for that, ” I said. “It hurts.”“Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

I am more than my scars.

El sabio puede cambiar de opinión. El necio, nunca.

Men must teach each other that real men do not violate or oppress women - and that a woman's place is not just in the home or the field, but in schools and offices and boardrooms.

I love a star print. I always get a lurch if I see a nice one.

I learned American Sign Language in college and seemed to pick it up rather quickly. I really love to sign and wish that I had more friends to sign with.

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

I knew I could never match my father as a violinist, and there were already four generations of outstanding cellists in the family.

Chicago is great! It's like the heart of America. It's the center and it's a beautiful city.

I know what it's like to meet someone you admire and have them be a complete jerk.

Until we acknowledge our sin and guilt, we will never come to discover that it can be forgiven.

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.