I think we're all pretty crazy on this bus. I'm not sure I know anyone who's got all the dots on his or her dice.

I got a lot of things that society had promised would make me whole and fulfilled - all the things that the culture tells you from preschool on will quiet the throbbing anxiety inside you - stature, the respect of colleagues, maybe even a kind of low-grade fame.

The solution is always spiritual, and it almost never has anything to do with the problem ... laughter is carbonated holiness.

Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.

Again and again I tell God I need help, and God says, 'Well, isn't that fabulous? Because I need help too. So you go get that old woman over there some water, and I'll figure out what we're going to do about your stuff.

Publication is not all that it is cracked up to be. But writing is.

The mix in our rooms is so touching: the clutter and the cracks in the wall belie a bleakness or brokenness in our lives; while photos and a few rare objects show our pride, our rare shining moments ... these rooms are future ruins