You are a coward,' she said, and with that one word wrote a denunciation, a biography, and a prophecy.

She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency.

Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce, and that is who we are.

But there had to be a quota. An upper limit to the number of miracles one is privileged to in a lifetime. How many times can a beloved reappear?

Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn't create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written.

We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

She wouldn't climb out of the bed for her sister, but she had climbed into a crater. She wouldn't cross a room, but she had crossed a continent.

For their entire lives, even before they met you, your mother and father held their love for you inside their hearts like an acorn holds an oak tree.

Life: a constellation of vital phenomena—organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaptation.

Nothing, she now knew, could be defined in exclusion, and every bug, pencil, and grass blade was a dictionary in itself, requiring the definitions of all things to fulfill its own.

Happiness came in moments of unpredictable loveliness.

Attraction is so much more than a pretty face. It’s face is passion, attitude, kindness, & faith.

To win at semantic search you need more people than are on your payroll.

To live as fully as completely as possible to be happy ... is the true aim and end to life.

Growing a beard is a habit most natural, Scriptural, manly and beneficial.

Mantras are passwords that transform the mundane into the sacred.

There is a written and an unwritten law. The one by which we regulate our constitutions in our cities is the written law; that which arises from customs is the unwritten law.

The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

That, what we're really seeing in Iraq is not a terrible war, but in fact, just the media's portrayal of it.

The Puerto Rican doctor, who wrote all his prescriptions with spray paint. Never got a dinner!

People are fools, not monsters