Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.

Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality... and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

If everyone could understand the working of a psychopath's mind, we undoubtedly would be closer to insanity ourselves.

I loved almost everything about being a teacher, but I was an unusual teacher

I now understand the need for faith - pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith - as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a universe ruled by unfeeling laws and totally indifferent to the small, reasoning beings that inhabit it.