Never stop asking questions. Always take time to reflect and find answers. Stop, Think and Use Your Brain!

Prayer is a spiritual act.

Children teach us more than our elders because they are a real reflector of our society.

He has his head in the clouds. He must live in a skyscraper.

You are looking at the world from your window, that's good, but there is something missing here, something very big: You must also look at your window from the world to see yourself!

There was still something unfinished around her eyes; she wasn't done yet. She was a story, not an epilogue. And if she chose to narrate her own life one word at a time as she descended the stairs to...

Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.

Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all...

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental...

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mist out of earshot.

Can you imagine life without a book?

It is the beauty of life that makes our lives worth living.

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of...

Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.

I never went dancing again.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Why don't you read the Good News of God.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be...

To be free of customs: "Custom clouds the true face of things."

Too bad there wasn't a Valencia filter to smooth out memories.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

A bullet hole in my bedroom door was a grim reminder of December 7, 1941, and of an entire nation which had not been sufficiently awake…

Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?

I imagined the two of us cooking apples for Christmas, those stupid romantic little squares in the Currier and Ives style... I thought all the time: Sometimes what we have passes for love, when...

I went into the bathroom and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror over the sink. All my years looked back at me, and I could feel their weight, pressing down on my shoulders. I ran the shower...

The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people - size. I'd gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we'd thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.

but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to...