I have moved from certainty to doubt, from devotion to rebellion.

At first, I thoroughly enjoyed being famous.

I was proud of the waves I had made, but wondered how many boats I was supposed to rock.

A large psychic void is left by a loss of faith. So many Catholics have tried so many things to replace it.

December 25th has become guilt and obligation.

What really keeps me going is the constant belief that it could all disappear tomorrow.

Presenting statues of honor to reporters for covering an earthquake is like presenting a first prize to a doctor for performing surgery.