OK, boss, I don't mind shuffling, but I won't scratch my head.

I don't want to have my children have to get dressed up to go out to say good morning and deserve to live among some other people. I want to be able to be free and take for granted that my neighbors like me and I like them.

Paradise is to be the ultimate instrument, fulfilling God's desperate intent that we love each other.

It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you’re lucky and you stick it out.

Classism and greed are making insignificant all the other kinds of isms.

God, make me so uncomfortable that I will do the very thing I fear.

You have to learn how to be married. You have to learn to love somebody.