I just try to love and serve everyone, and bring everyone water, and lend an ear; that's what Jesus said to do.

Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.

Think of a fine painter attempting to capture an inner vision, beginning with one corner of the canvas, painting what she thinks should be there, not quite pulling it off, covering it over with white paint, and trying again, each time finding out what her painting isn't, until she finally finds out what it is. And when you finally do find out what one corner of your vision is; you're off and running.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Greasy food is so comforting when you are hungover.