A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

And when I look at a history book and think of the imaginative effort it has taken to squeeze this oozing world between two boards and typeset, I am astonished. Perhaps the event has an unassailable truth. God saw it. God knows. But I am not God. And so when someone tells me what they heard or saw, I believe them, and I believe their friend who also saw, but not in the same way, and I can put these accounts together and I will not have a seamless wonder but a sandwich laced with mustard of my own.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

Life is fragmentary, and the pattern that creativity can offer is not one that is imposed, not something rigid, but rather something which can reveal the intrinsic patterns of that fragmentation. Things are in a perpetual dance, but there is an order. It's not really random at all.