I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about.

Refusing to accept God's love because we're unworthy - of course we're unworthy! - is another golden calf.

Sometimes when we aren't looking, the holiness comes breaking through like a rainbow.

Humility is throwing oneself away in complete concentration on something or someone else.

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.

Inspiration does not always precede the act of writing; it often follows it.

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.