“This was my voice, but perfectly wise, calm and compassionate. This was what my voice would sound like if I’d only ever experienced love and certainty in my life. How can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice, as it gave me the answer that would forever seal my faith in the divine?”

“My mother had comforted me with tales ever since I was small. Sometimes they helped me peel a problem like an onion, or gave me ideas about what to do; other times, they calmed me so much that I would fall into a soothing sleep. My father used to say that her tales were better than the best medicine. Sighing, I burrowed into my mother's body like a child, knowing that the sound of her voice would be a balm on my heart.”

“When silence is God's only voice,And waiting on Him my only choice,A banner of faith I humbly raiseAnd offer a sacrifice of praise.Though answers He may not impart,Forever I can trust His heart.”

“The voice I had accepted as Divine Guidance was actually the voice of my ego leading me right into destruction.”

“But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?”

“I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.”