Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.

Speed and efficiency do not always increase the quality of life.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.

Peace is not something you wish for, it's something you make

Always trust your fellow man. And always cut the cards. Always trust God. And always build your house on high ground. Always love thy neighbor. And always pick a good neighborhood to live in.

I think my writing is part of my ministry.