When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a tod

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

He pointed the scepter around the library and had an instant input of all of the books that were there into his brain, as if he had read them all at once.

A hobby is hard work you wouldn't do for a living.

Canadian bacon isn't bacon. It's ham.

Small events and choices determine the direction of our lives just as small helms determine the directions of great ships.

I definitely have an appreciation for fashion.

Macmillan's rejection had left him very downcast... Patrick Swift was invited to peruse the contents and decided that the poems should be published.

When I first started listening to music intently as a teenager, I was always sitting there with a biro or a pencil, drawing. That's how I absorbed it all.

For after chastisement from God, and recognizing him, our way to repay him is to exalt him and confess his wonders before every nation under heaven.

[The Jews have] an attitude of hostility and hatred towards all others.

There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.