How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.

...after a few days at the desk, telling the truth in an interesting way turns out to be as easy and pleasurable as bathing a cat.

I read the same amount of nonfiction and fiction.

You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.

I go to church every Sunday, which is like going to the gas station once a week and really, really filling up.

Some people may have thought that this book was too personal, too confessional. But what these people think about me is none of my business.

But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.