I naturally prefer the company of people who hold grudges, as long as they are not held against me.

And yet, I do believe there is ultimately meaning in the chaos, and also in the doldrums. What I resist is not the truth but when people put a pretty bow on scary things instead of saying, 'This is a nightmare. I hate everything. I’m going to go hide in the garage.'

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003

If you are hoping to find your self-worth and fulfillment in other peoples' opinion of your writing, you will never find it.

I am not writing to try and convert people to fundamental Christianity. I am just trying to share my experience, strength and hope, that someone who is as messed up and neurotic and scarred and scared can be fully accepted by our dear Lord, no questions asked.

Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy and equanimity.