We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in...

In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.

We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.

During a warm winter rain ... the basins of her collarbones collected water.

The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.

They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.

At that moment Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with, and he reached out in order to meet her for the first time.

Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with.

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.

When we asked him to sum up his impression of the girls' emotional state at that point, he said, "Buffeted but not broken.

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.

Stress comes from lower vibrational consciousness

Live like yourself, was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.

I was not going to use writing for advertising or journalism. I would tend bar, load trucks, chauffeur - do whatever it took. But from the moment I took my first writing workshop, I was a writer.

Inequality is going to be a big issue, but competence is going to be the biggest issue. [People] want to see somebody that's super-competent and that's me.

The framework of a symphony must be so strong that it forces you to follow it, regardless of the environment and circumstances.

When we run from our feelings, they follow us. Everywhere.

Hey, I'm a Catholic deer hunter, I am happy to be clinging to my guns and my religion.

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy, Happy New Year everybody.

The goal has never been to always succeed. The goal is to be allowed to keep initiating.

I do not give up, I never give up, for there is nothing in this entire world that is irrevocably unchangeable.