Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

Birds do strange things sometimes. Not all birds are wired the same way. Thirty-five years ago a heron from Africa showed up on Martha's Vineyard, and herons don't fly nearly as well as other birds.

Our prayers for others flow more easily than those for ourselves. This shows we are made to live by charity.

Joy is the serious business of Heaven.