Let probability and sample size do the heavy lifting.

The thing I loved about her was that I never felt like she was selling anything. She would talk to God as if she knew Him, as if she had talked to Him on the phone that day. She was never ashamed which is the thing with some Christians I had encountered.

I need for there to be something bigger than me. I need someone to put awe inside me; I need to come second to someone who has everything figured out.

We have to have positive male role models.

When you write, you're alone in a room. And when someone reads a book, they're alone in a room, too, usually. It's a really intimate exchange. And so people ask me where I get the boldness to talk about this or that, but I didn't feel like it required any sort of courage, because I was alone. Sometimes it feels weird for people to read it.

It is no coincidence that Jesus talks endlessly about love. Free love. Unconditional love.

...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.