But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

A community to be truly community, must have a quality of unselfconsciousness about it.

We think because we have words, not the other way around. The more words we have, the better able we are to think conceptually.

A mystic is a person who sees the facts as inadequate.

It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.

Goodness has never been a guarantee of safety.