Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.

We must err , do so on the side of audacity

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

The only way I have ever understood, broken free, emerged, healed, forgiven, flourished, and grown powerful is by asking the hardest questions and then living into the answers through opening up to my own terror and transmuting it into creativity. I have gotten nowhere by retreating into hand-me-down sureties or resisting the tensions that truth ignited.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?