I love to be alone with life. I love to study simple things: the light as it filters in a window; the music of a room full of people chatting; a horizon.

I say to myself, sometimes the tide is just out. But it always comes back in again.

We all will be Christed when we hear ourselves say: We are that to which we pray

I'd rather see the world from a different angle.

We've made houses for hatred. It's time we made a place where people's souls may be seen and made safe.

My hands are small, but they're not yours, they are my own... I am never broken.

I find you get out of people what you put into them.