I miss him still today: his long, whiskery eyebrows, his huge hands and hugs, his warmth, his prayers, his stories, but above all his shining example of how to live and how to die.

I love home cooking, and I'm not a great one for fast food.

Both faith and fear may sail into your harbor, but only allow faith to drop anchor.

Make a little time to be quiet by yourself every day and just be.

I am not fearless. I get scared plenty. But I have also learned how to channel that emotion to sharpen me.

I'm terrified of walking into a room full of people. Sitting down at a dinner table with 15 strangers brings me out in a sweat.

I do see a lot of the hard end of ecology, and my feeling is that we live on a super-exciting planet but a super-fragile one.