Wake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.

At least I’m the one leaving. It’s so much easier to leave than to be left.

The world is an ambitious business. It continuously expands and evolves. But people are lazy and God is far too lovely to do something about it.

Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.

The sky seemed abruptly to have had enough of my dithering and dramatically lightened up around the glowing moon, which retreated like an aging sovereign before the rising sun.

Feel happy and joyful like a fresh blooming spring flower.

Seriously, that woman is so much crazy crammed into a small space that she's practically a crazy singularity.

Women are part of the constitution.

Literature is the history of the soul.

There was a time when we would pick up Women's Wear Daily and couldn't wait to see what it read. And now, you get it five minutes later on your iPad or your phone! The same has to apply to fashion.

Your dead sleep quietly, at least, Captain, out of reach of sharks" "Yes, sir, of sharks and men.

Let every knee bend before Thee, O greatness of my God, so supremely humbled in the Sacred Host. May every heart love Thee, every spirit adore Thee and every will be subject to Thee!

Five years later I still wake up screaming for him to run