No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

The trouble with always leaving yourself a way out is that you always take it.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

We are each the star of our own situation comedy, and, with luck, the screwball friend in somebody else's.

You can spend too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.