Memories must enter the bloodstream, must churn awhile through the heart's mill, must be crushed and polished, be nearly forgotten or cling like burs to other stories before they spill forth in purple patterns, shapes of small bones and worm rot, shapes of clouds and the spaces between leaves.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

Intimacy, as I am using it, is sharing my reality with you.

I learned that the purpose of the Twelve Steps is to do the will of God.

We live in a constant fear that our shortcomings will be exposed to family, to friends and to the world

I am too old to think.

There never was a social change in America without angry people at the heart