You say a prayer, Virginia. A prayer cleans the air the way water cleans the dirt. - Sarah Ruhl

This is my body. I am my soul. These are my lips. I am my word. This is my skin. I am my action. These are my legs. I am my contribution. This is my smile. I am my laughter.

When diseases and stories are chronic, doctors and writers often both run for the hills

Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly — And things that meet each other slowly are kind.