Only miracle is plain; it is in the ordinary that groans with the weight of glory.

The bread and the pastry, the cheeses and wine, and the sugar go into the Supper of the lamb because we do. It is our love that brings the city home. It is I grant you, an incautious and extravagant hope. But only outlandish hopes can make themselves at home.

I like a cook who smiles out loud when he tastes his own work. Let God worry about your modesty; I want to see your enthusiasm.

Man was made to lead with his chin; he is worth knowing only with his guard down, his head up and his heart rampant on his sleeve.

The world looks as if it has been left in the custody of trolls.

What are you going to do with your freedom?

We were given appetites, not to consume the world and forget it, but to taste its goodness and hunger to make it great.