I was so involved in my boy-rhythms that I never came to grips with the fact that I was a girl. I was twelve years old when my mother took me inside and said, "You can't be outside wrestling without a T-shirt on." It was a trauma.

We need a new cosmology. New gods. New sacraments. Another drink.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.

In the period where I had to live the life of a citizen - a life where, like everybody else, I did tons of laundry and cleaned toilet bowls, changed hundreds of diapers and nursed children - I learned a lot.

Blessedness is within us all.

Committing great work does not necessarily feed you.