...and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

Conversing with children is a fine art.... An art form that demands large amounts of both honesty and misdirection. Or maybe discretion is a better word.

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter.

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

But when we sit together, close, ’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

If you are able to talk about your life and the joys and sorrows you have experienced, if you know your story, you are much more likely to be a skillful parent.

Nothing humbles a rich man better than a poor man that isn’t willing to do ‘anything’ for money.

I think people are starting to look away and questioning, and they're sort of horrified.

There are no bad boys. There is only bad environment, bad training, bad example, bad thinking.

What sets apart high-performance teams, however, is the degree of commitment, particularly how deeply committed the members are to one another.

I wonder that a soothsayer doesn't laugh whenever he sees another soothsayer.

What if man were required to educate his children without the help of talking animals.

Lozen is my right hand . . . strong as a man , braver than most, and cunning in strategy, Lozen is a shield to her people.