Every now and then we enter the presence of the numinous and deduce for an instant how we're formed, in what detail the force that infuses every petal might specifically run through us, wishing only to lure us into our full potential.

I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.

I've never contended that I had a really horrible life.

A dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it.

That’s what’s so gorgeous about humanity. It doesn’t matter how bleak our daily lives are, we still fight for the light. I think that’s our divinity. We lean into love, even in the most hideous circumstances. We manage to hope.

We are in the grip of some big machine grinding us along. The force of it simplifies everything. A weird calm settled over me from inside out. What is about to happen has stood in line to happen. All the roads out of that instant have been closed, one by one.

Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.