We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

The leaves let go, the seeds let go, and I must let go sometimes, too, and cast my lot with another of nature’s imperfect but tenacious survivors.

I believe in dancing.

I think my writing is part of my ministry.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

We are the only creatures that both laugh and weep. I think it's because we are the only creatures that see the difference between the way things are and the way they might be.

It doesn’t matter what you say you believe - it only matters what you do.