Where there's cake, there's hope. And there's always cake.

In this age, lies were the universal lubricant of the culture. A love of Truth and commitment to it were seldom rewarded and were often punished.

We're out of cocktail olives, it's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we're coping because we're Americans.

I think it's perfectly just to refuse service to anyone based on behavior, but not based on race or religion.

There's still a fascination with somebody who can write at book length, no matter what the book is.

I just became fascinated with how complex and unlikely the universe is and life is and Catholicism gives me an answer to that.

The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.