The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.

Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?

I cannot mislead people into believing that I support organized religion. In Jesus' name, I cannot be complicit with many of the things organized religion does.

Pride is the parent of destruction; pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.

I think there is a modern temper. The authority figures we revered in the past are all up for grabs - they're gone. We are groping for meaning in a world where some of our gods have died. We're asking ourselves, 'Who is our true brother and sister, where is our true home?' The modern tempter is our struggle to lead meaningful lives, and even if we don't believe in religion, we can reach down and hold on to our core values for guidance.

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.