They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women.

To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.

A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.

There are always a few who stand up in times of communal madness and have the courage to say that what unites us is greater than what divides us.

She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.

I'm a praying atheist. When I hear an ambulance siren, I ask for a blessing for those people in trouble, knowing that no one's listening. I think it's just a habit of mindfulness.

The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads.

It is human nature to imagine, to put yourself in another's shoes. The past may be another country. But the only passport required is empathy.

Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.

Who is the brave man--he who feels no fear? If so, then bravery is but a polite term for a mind devoid of rationality and imagination.

You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.

People struggling with life in a fallen world often want explanations when what they really need is imagination.

Laws are like sausages, it is better not to see them being made.

Instead of seeking wisdom, liberals desire to be seen as clever by being counterintuitive, crazy, and outre.

Being on the road is kind of lonely.

Stephanie had no problem doing what she was told, just so long as she was given a good reason why she should.

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?

Press agent - a man who hitches his braggin' to a star.

Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.

Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it.

You must always be prepared to place a bet on yourself, on your future, by heading in a direction that others seem to fear.