I am a terrible and lazy Christian. I do not believe that the Bible is the literal word of God. I just skip about a third of it.

The last song was so deep and raw and pure that I could not escape. It was as if the people were singing in between the notes, weeping and joyful at the same time, and I felt like their voices or something was rocking me in its bosom, holding me like a scared kid, and I opened up to that feeling-and it washed over me.

Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.

So what are we supposed to do again, when we hate everything? You stop pretending life is such fun or makes sense. It's often messy and cruel and dull, and we do the best we can. It's unfair, and jerks seem to win. But you fall in love with a few people. Like I love you, Elizabeth. You're the angel God sent me.

When I was young, I used to be so jealous of other girls that it crippled me.

We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

This is the Easter message, that awakening is possible, to the goodness of God, the sacredness of human life, the sisterhood and brotherhood of all.