“Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.”

“Come on Grace, I'm not going to tell on you. I'm your sister.' And that's all she has to say.”

“For most of my life I have thought of grace as a hope of a bright tomorrow in spite of the darkness of today--and this is true. In this way we are all like Pamela, walking a road to grace--hoping for mercy. What we fail to realize is that grace is more than our destination, it is the journey itself, manifested in each breath and with each step we take. Grace surrounds us, whirls about us like the wind, falls on us like rain. Grace sustains us on our journeys, no matter how perilous they may be and, make no mistake, they are all perilous. We need not hope for grace, we merely need to open our eyes to its abundance. Grace is all around us, not just in the hopeful future but in the miracle of now.”

“I am sure that no man asks mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace have first been given him.”

“Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.”

“Love is an open wound that you hope never heals.”