I remember when I switched from Christmas to sex as the secret of happiness.

Easter is so disappointing. You suffer all the way through lent, and what do you get for it? A ham.

A minister has to be able to read a clock. At noon, it's time to go home and turn up the pot roast and get the peas out of the freezer.

It's better to be burnished with use than rusty with principle.

... I never was one to get upset about a few scratches on a motor vehicle, it is meant to be used, not saved.

Writing is the main gig and teaching and performing are sidelines, an excuse for not writing more. Working on a novel and on an opera make me seriously want to retire and find a volunteer job as a docent at the zoo explaining to schoolchildren where frogs go in the winter.

God plays a lot of jokes on us to get our attention.