... the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Feeding a baby is like filling a hole with putty - you get it in and then you sort of shave off all the excess around the hole and get it back in, like you're spackling.

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.

There is a door we all want to walk through and writing can help you find it and open it.

You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

For me, Jesus is my cleft in the rock. He is my safest friend, my safe totally loving accepting big brother.

Here are the two best prayers I know: 'Help me, help me, help me,' and 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.' A woman I know says, for her morning prayer, 'Whatever,' and then for the evening, 'Oh, well,' but has conceded that these prayers are more palatable for people without children.