Sometimes grace works like water wings when you feel you are sinking.

There is ecstasy in paying attention. You can get into a kind of Wordsworthian openness to the world, where you see in everything the essence of holiness.

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

Without using the word, everyone started forgiving each other again. Just like that, from the no of all nothingness: you have a big tense mess and out of it comes some joy. It must be magic.

I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.

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

I am learning slowly to bring my crazy pinball-machine mind back to this place.