It is the chair in honor of all those who, however competently, embrace the impossible. Sit in that chair someday.

I think my writing is part of my ministry.

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

I and you-We are infinate, rich, large, contradictory, living, breathing miracles-free human beings, children of God and the everlasting universe. That's what we do.

I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away. Most of this “something” cannot be seen or heard or numbered or scientifically detected or counted. It’s what we leave in the minds of other people and what they leave in ours. Memory. The census doesn’t count it. Nothing counts without it.