...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

sometimes people think they're above the laws the rest of us live by. they're blind to their own imperfections.

That's what I love about writing. Once you get the words down on paper, in print, they start to make sense. It's like you don't know what you think until it dribbles from your brain down your arm and into your hand and out through your fingers and shows up on the computer screen, and you read it and realize: That's really true; I believe that.

But you can only lie about who you are for so long without going crazy.

when there's an elephant in the room, you can't pretend it isn't there and just discuss the ants.

Why is it that people don't know what to say when something bad has happened to someone they know? Maybe because they think there are some magic words that will make everything all right again, only they don't know what the words are.

well, it sounds strange, but when i think of God, i think of a soft whirring noise - like a spinning ball of energy - something i can tap into when i need it.