The longer you live, the more likely you are to have something to say.

God is frightful, God is great--you pick. I choose this: God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up as stars to guide us. They are the promise of good fortune in a cloudless day, and the animals in the clouds; look hard enough, and you'll see them. Don't ask if they're real.

When we traded homemaking for careers, we were implicitly promised economic independence and worldly influence. But a devil of a bargain it has turned out to be in terms of daily life. We gave up the aroma of warm bread rising, the measured pace of nurturing routines, the creative task of molding our families' tastes and zest for life; we received in exchange the minivan and the Lunchable.

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.