If some glorious angel suddenly descended through my living room ceiling and offered to take away the children I have and give me other, better children — more polite, funnier, nicer, smarter — I would cling to the children I have and pray away that atrocious spectacle.

I hope the Church will examine what is good and what is ill, and what good could be achieved by getting the suicidal, self-destructive, possibly carnal, or celibate to move toward this experience of love.

I don't understand what the nature of God is. But I do have the feeling that I'm at some feet, and lucky to be there.

I love to communicate, and I love music. That's why I always thought not being able to hear would be a tragedy.

I don't believe that raising my voice in song is going to be pleasing to a God who is sitting upstairs somewhere, waiting to be pleased.

Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.

At the end of the day, will God be interested primarily in whether I have been kind and helped others, or in whether I was baptized and how?