“Somewhere inside that hurting body, there is something better, something stronger, something real.”

“Our circumstances might be abject, we might not think we can survive for one more day enslaved to illness, but God says, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”

“Not that he had come anywhere near attaining her skill at managing hope. She could balance it like a juggler — let it soar and curb it and pass it from hand to hand. She could spin hope and spin herself through it. Forget mere juggling; she was a veritable trapeze artist with this hope thing.”

“The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.”