I am the prayer.

There's nothing ‛just’ about stories. Stories are the most real.

For the merest moment I couldn't breathe. Something inside me quivered, some oud string plucked by his words, and if I breathed it would stop.He did not know the truth of me, yet he had perceived something true about me that no one else had ever noticed. And in spite of that—or perhaps because of it—he believed me good, believed me worth taking seriously, and his belief, for one vertiginous moment, made me want to be better than I was.

If you have a personality, you’re a person.

Belief was uniquely human.

People stood at the edge, gaping foolishly, because they didn’t believe it. The chasm was too big to understand.