The gods are fond of the cryptic and dislike the evident.

This was my voice, but perfectly wise, calm and compassionate. This was what my voice would sound like if I’d only ever experienced love and certainty in my life. How can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice, as it gave me the answer that would forever seal my faith in the divine?

Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.

Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit.

I have a rigid self-accountability. You have to work hard.

Every few years, I think, 'Maybe now I'm finally smart enough or sophisticated enough to understand 'Ulysses.'' So I pick it up and try it again. And by page 10, as always, I'm like, 'What the hell?'

If faith were rational , it wouldn't be -by definition- faith.