She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life's little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.

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.

You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren't. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don't think your way into becoming yourself.

I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark side, that it is part of what it means to be human, to have the darkness just as much as the light- that in fact the dark parts make the light visible; without them, the light would disappear. But I guess he has to figure other stuff out first, like how to keep his neck from flopping all over the place and how to sit up.

Anything you say from your heart to God is a prayer. But "why" is rarely a useful question. When Job keeps asking God why he has had such loss and suffering, God says, "You wouldn't understand." I always want to know why, and I almost never have a good answer.

No matter what circumstances, it's hard to be a parent and maintain a sense of self and identity in the world.

Laughter is carbonated holiness.