The thought of writing was always pleasant, but the process was painful

You can spread your soul over a paddy field, you can whisper to a mango tree, you can feel the earth between your toes and know that this is the place, the place where it begins and ends. But what can you tell to a pile of bricks? The bricks will not be moved (page 87).

If you think you are powerless, then you are

Who? God. What? He loves you. Where? Everywhere. When? Always, forever, without ceasing. How? Totally, completely. Why? Because you are His child!

I don't know why I love cherries and I love pickles. I eat about two or three Claussen pickles a day. Those are just things I snack on.

Every day online, people, especially young people who are not developmentally equipped to handle this, are so abused and humiliated that they can't imagine living to the next day, and some tragically don't. And there's nothing virtual about that.

If God wanted us to ask questions, he would have made us men.