Coincidence is God's way of performing miracles anonymously.

A guest at a dinner party observed the strange expression on James Thurber's face. 'Don't be concerned,' said Thurber's wife. 'He's writing.'

So loving is the universe, so joyful, so determined to give us everything we need and to love us and show us the way to live, too, that we are beaten to the ground, boiled by God's waves, as we play in the surf.

A shiver runs down your spine when you realize it is not our imagination. Something is watching us out there.

When I'm having trouble I write by hand. There is some connection between the mind and the fingers that draws out words.

To believe in God or in a guiding force because someone tells you to is the height of stupidity. We are given senses to receive our information within. With our own eyes we see, and with our own skin we feel. With our intelligence, it is intended that we understand. But each person must puzzle it out for himself or herself.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes and colors, visible and invisible to the physical eye. But always you are changed from having seen one.