It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.

I can't think of one great human being in the arts, or in history generally, who conformed, who succeeded, as education experts tell us children must succeed, with his peer group.

As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers

To pray is to listen, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say.

I don't understand it any more than you do, but one thing I've learned is that you don't have to understand things for them to be.

Sometimes when we have to speak suddenly we come closer to the truth than when we have time to think.

Give the public the 'image' of what it thinks it ought to be, or what television commercials or glossy magazine ads have convinced us we ought to be, and we will buy more of the product, become closer to the image, and further from reality.