I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

I have a notion that if you are going to be spiritually curious, you better not get cluttered up with too many material things.

I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage.

But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.