There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

When I use the word 'healing', by that I mean that every disease has a physical element that we're very good at handling, but there's always a sense of the violation. 'Why me?' 'Why is my leg broken on the ski trip and not anyone else's?' And I think that medicine has done a terrible job of addressing that spiritual violation.

Pray tell us, what's your favorite number?"... "Shiva jumped up to the board, uninvited, and wrote 10,213,223"... "And pray, why would this number interest us?" "It is the only number that describes itself when you read it, 'One zero, two ones, three twos, two threes'.

Make something beautiful of your life.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

If 'ecstasy' meant the sudden intrusion of the sacred into the ordinary, then it had just happened to me.

He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him.