Hagi could open a tin of beans with his left foot.
I was a good student, sort of funny and athletic. I had friends.
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
The heart of their [Walsingham Witnesses] religion seemed to lie in disproving the religion of others.
I think most memoirs, though they purport to be about this particular time or this person you met, are really about the effect that person or time had on you.
Sight is a slick and overbearing autocrat, trumpeting its prodigal knowledge and perceptions so forcefully that it drowns out the other, subtler senses.
I've rarely met a miserable, self-pitying blind person.
The secret of my success is my hairspray.
I just gravitate to those more testosterone-filled sort of parts than me playing something a bit more fairy-like.
We always did our own mixing.
Give me. . . a compassionate heart, quickly moved to grieve for the woes of others and to active pity for them, even as our Lord Jesus Christ beheld our poverty and hasted to help us. Give me grace ever to alleviate the crosses and difficulties of those around me, and never to add to them; teach me to be a consoler in sorrow, to take thought for the stranger, the widow, and the orphan; let my charity show itself not in words only but in deed and truth.