I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.

Prayer means that, in some unique way, we believe we're invited into a relationship with someone who hears us when we speak in silence.

Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.

I wish there were shortcuts to wisdom and self-knowledge: cuter abysses or three-day spa wilderness experiences. Sadly, it doesn't work that way. I so resent this.

Nothing can be delicious when you are holding your breath.

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.

...since you can't heal your own sick mind with your own sick mind, I needed to consult somebody else's sick mind.