“I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.”
Source: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.”
Source: A Line Made By Walking
“Kay yawned and rested her forehead against the windowpane, her fingers idly strumming the guitar: the strings sang a hollow, lulling tune, as monotonously soothing as the Southern landscape, smudged in darkness, flowing past the window. An icy winter moon rolled above the train across the night sky like a thin white wheel.”
Source: The Grass Harp, Including A Tree of Night and Other Stories
“It's all about motive. Climbing up and climbing out look the same on the outside.”
“In this world, you are very much like a water hose in the garden. Love flows through you, just as water runs through this hose. Love comes from God, just as water comes from the well. The water doesn’t depend on the hose, just as God doesn’t depend on you. But the water needs the hose to pour on the garden, and the flowers need the water. God needs you to pour his love in the world, and people need his love.”
Source: The Pursuit of Dreams: Claim Your Power, Follow Your Heart, and Fulfill Your Destiny
“They asked me my name,
And I replied I am the rain.”
“It's not only the demons who have the power to break you. It's the small, unexpected kindness, the flame that throws the darkness into relief.”
Source: Resonance
“The morning Mom tells me my skirt is too short, I find the lawn full of dead fledglings.”
Source: Butterflies Behind Glass & Other Stories
“Do not be discouraged by the failures in the process. Persevere and make a difference with your success.”
Source: The Kind of Substance You Need For Your Success
“Like the feeling of a carbonated beverage slipping down the throat, the bubbles rushing and popping as they make their descent, the air around a departed spirit fizzles, dissipating from a thick electric presence to an ephemeral blink of light and color, like the aftereffect of too many flash cameras going off at once.”
Source: Lay Her Ghosts to Rest