The best moments any of us have as human beings are those moments when for a little while it is possible to escape the squirrel-cage of being me into the landscape of being us.

Faith in God is less apt to proceed from miracles than miracles from faith in God.

Think of these pages as graffiti maybe, and where I have scratched up in a public place my longings and loves, my grievances and indecencies, be reminded in private of your own. In that way, at least, we can hold a kind of converse.

I don't think Christ would give a hoot whether you mentioned Christ to them or not. What matters - I'm speaking arrogantly and absurdly - to him is, are you living the kind of life that I embodied? Whether you believe in Christ or don't, who cares?

Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.

No words come easily to my lips. I think ultimately - what I like to think is that I'm in some sense hearing the mystery itself.

True faith, a simple life, a helping hand- the three things prized most in Heaven.