You don’t know the meaning of moderation, do you, my darling? A happy medium is something I wonder if you’ll ever learn.

I like to take the time out to listen to the trees, much in the same way that I listen to a sea shell, holding my ear against the rough bark of the trunk, hearing the inner singing of the sap. It's a lovely sound, the beating of the heart of the tree.

I know writers who write only when inspiration comes. How would Isaac Stern play if he played the violin only when he felt like it? He would be lousy.

Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.

Infinity is present in each part. A loving smile contains all art. The motes of starlight spark and dart. A grain of sand holds power and might.

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.

Following Christ has nothing to do with success as the world sees success. It has to do with love.