I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

There is no place where God is not.

There is a world of difference between facts and the truth. You can have so many facts that you don't deal with the truth. You never get to the truth. You have the places where, the people who, the times when, the reasons why, the methods how - blah blah. And never get to the human truth. The human truth is as elusive as the air. And as important as the air.

I think we ought to give ourselves more time. We should be more patient with ourselves and with each other.

I'm a religious woman. And I feel I have responsibility. I have no modesty at all. I'm even afraid of it - it's a learned affectation and it's just stuck on me like decals.

We need language to tell us who we are, how we feel, what we're capable of- to explain the pains and glory of our existence.

I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.