Love has the power to rescue us and not let go, otherwise it isn't love

I have taken so many wrong turns and been so careless with precious things and managed to lose, or break, or leave out in the rain so much that I loved.

For me, the monologue was the favorite thing I had done in radio. It was based on writing, but in the end it was radio, it was standing up and leaning forward into the dark and talking, letting words come out of you.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.

Wal-Mart is going in and slaughtering [small towns] just as we once killed the buffalo.

She gave him such a look... Man oh man, if looks could kill. That one might have totalled a city block.

Ha! Easy for nuns to talk about giving up things. That's what they do for a living.