If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into the shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.

prayer is whenever we consciously try to get in contact with the numinous, the ineffable, the marvelous.

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

My writing knows more than I know. What a writer must do is listen to her book. It might take you where you don’t expect to go. That’s what happens when you write stories. You listen and you say ‘a ha,’ and you write it down. A lot of it is not planned, not conscious; it happens while you’re doing it. You know more about it after you’re done.

If our love for each other really is participatory, then all other human relationships nourish it; it is inclusive, never exclusive.