The trouble with 'a place for everything and everything in its place' is that there's always more everything than places.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.

The clash between child and adult is never as stubborn as when the child within us confronts the adult in our child.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has - extended by the length of an artist's brush.

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.