What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
There is always something left to love.
Time was not passing. . . it was turning in a circle.
When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
The question isn't 'Do we worship?' The question is 'Who (or what) do we worship?'
I liked the humor of it, I've always enjoyed a sense of humor in God and in religion and in spirituality
I create my own calm and I keep my balance, because I know that it's not really me, by myself. . . The Creator always gives me the energy.
A bad marriage is worse than no marriage at all.