Also, I could finally sleep. And this was the real gift, because when you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch--there's not a chance.

Whatever this feeling is - this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.

the beauty of doing nothing

The idea that a prisoner would confess to a complete stranger that he had committed a crime - I just didn't buy that.

Who amongst us lives without sacrifice?

I think of modern marriage as a car strangely fashioned out of an old abandoned horse carriage, built upon the framework of a mule cart. All the original engineering is still there, underneath it all.

We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we are afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.