“This is my mind. Only I have the right to be here.”

“I'm a woman. I have a right to change my mind.”

“Have you lost your mind?""No," I say, insulted. Well, I actually have lost some of my right mind, but now's probably not the best time to be literal.”

“...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.”

“I have to learn to love from this spot, today. I have to learn to trust, even when His will seems frightening or untrustworthy. I have to follow Him, even when it feels like I am walking into emptiness. It is right here, right today, that I must decide where my faith is. If serving God does not work from right here, in the middle of my pain and mourning, it won't work from anywhere.”

“I don’t mind waiting rooms. I’m waiting on the love of my life, so I may as well have a seat, right?”