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.

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.

When people suffer, their relationships usually suffer as well. Period. And we all suffer because, as the Buddha says, that's the nature of being human and wanting stuff we don't always get.

When I got sober, I thought giving up was saying goodbye to all the fun and all the sparkle, and it turned out to be just the opposite. That's when the sparkle started for me.

In my godless household, poems were the closest we came to sacred speech -- the only prayers said.

How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.