You must not inflict life on someone who will be resented.

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

I would seriously rather be in a long line at the DMV than eat with people I don't know.

Everything takes me forever. It's all lurch, flail. I hope that is good news to you writers.

A nun I know once told me she kept begging God to take her character defects away from her. After years of this prayer, God finally got back to her: I'm not going to take anything away from you, you have to give it to Me.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.