I get thirsty people glasses of water, even if that thirsty person is just me.

I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.

Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere... You don't have to dress up, for instance, and you can't hear them boo you right away.

Evangelical Christians and I can sit down and talk one on one about how much we love Jesus, and yet I'm not carried in Christian bookstores.

If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching.

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.

The evidence is in, and you are the verdict.