Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.
I thought I was being loved because I was being altered.
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.
There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.
Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy
The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.
No one is ever really dead unless we find the body.
Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.
Maybe God's goal wasn't for me to raise a good rule-following child. Instead, His goal was for me to raise a God-following adult.
Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.