I am skittish about relationships, as most of the marriages I've seen up close have been ruinous for one or both parties.

You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind.

A nun I know once told me she kept begging God to take her character defects away from her. After years of this prayer, God finally got back to her: I'm not going to take anything away from you, you have to give it to Me.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

Sometimes I think God loves the ones who most desperately ache and are most desperately lost - his or her wildest, most messed-up children - the way you'd ache and love a screwed-up rebel daughter in juvenile hall.

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

Grace means you're in a different universe from where you had been stuck, when you had absolutely no way to get there on your own.