“I thought religion would make me live with my head in the clouds, but as often as not, it grounds me in this world.”

“Cloud walking. I like that. And yeah, that's exactly how you make me feel. Like my feet will never touch the ground.”

“I thought I had my life mapped out, thought I had it together. Then you came along and flipped my world on its head. You make me want things I never knew I needed.”

“May the life I live speak for me, not my religion or denomination title.”

“I reached for the notebook which was always close by. All thoughts of composing epic poems of Greek heroes had left me. The words that often burst from my onto the paper in recent days would be considered mere nothings to the world, but they were everything to me . . . They were the pourings of my heart FOR my heart . . .”

“If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.”