I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and... almost involuntary in my life.

Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it.

Every word is a messenger. Some have wings; some are filled with fire; some are filled with death.

I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second. And in America, we have it backwards.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.