You don't have to want death in order to prepare for it.

Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.

our lives are stories we tell ourselves.

This kind of split makes me crazy, this territorializing of the holy. Here God may dwell. Here God may not dwell. It contradicts everything in my experience, which says: God dwells where I dwell. Period.

I felt permanently exiled from 'normality.' Whether imposed by self or society, this outsider status - and not the disability itself - constitutes the most daunting barrier for most people with physical impairments, because it, even more than flights of steps or elevators without braille, prevents them from participating fully in the ordinary world, where most of life's satisfactions dwell.

A line, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.

Poor and afflicted and oppressed people have faces, and we are required to look squarely into them. We can't love what we won't experience.