Infinite possibility in all things is a certainty. That pretty much covers theology and philosophy for me.

It wasn’t in books. It wasn’t in a church. What I needed to know was out there in the world.

It's not that I'm not grateful for all this attention. It's just that fame and fortune ought to add up to more than fame and fortune.

The gift was not large as money goes, and my need was not great, but the spirit of the gift is beyond price and leaves me blessed and in debt.

I talk about very serious human affairs but with a lightness of heart.

One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem.

Life is. I am. Anything might happen. And I believe I may invest my life with meaning. The uncertainty is a blessing in disguise. If I were absolutely certain about all things, I would spend my life in anxious misery, fearful of losing my way. But since everything and anything are always possible, the miraculous is always nearby and wonders shall never, ever cease.