You got to go along to get along.

What we can't speak, we say in silence.

There's a whole lot of evil in the world looks pretty on the outside.

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right.

That's what it is to love someone: to give whatever you can while taking what you must.

The truth isn't so simple. Death may be inevitable, but love is not. Love, you have to choose.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

[He] had a hole in his soul, the kind the devil loves to find. It's like an open doorway for him, lets him enter in and do his wicked work.

Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?

You don't have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He'd wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn't have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.

I must start at the beginning, if I can find it. Beginnings are elusive things. Just when you think you have hold of one, you look back and see another, earlier beginning, and an earlier one before that. Even if you start with "Chapter One: I Am Born, " you still have the problem of antecedents, of cause and effect.

When that mama worry takes ahold of a woman you can't expect no sense from her. She'll do or say anything at all and you just better hope you ain't in her way. That's the Lord's doing right there. He made mothers to be like that on account of children need protecting and the men ain't around to do it most of the time. Helping that child be up to the mama. But God never gives us a task without giving us the means to see it through. That mama worry come straight from Him, it make it so she can't help but look after that child.

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