A secret weighs on us, a terrible secret weighs with a terrible weight.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

...the words make our silences easier--they're the current that runs under them.

But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.

The abundance of ordinary things, their convenient arrangement here, seemed for the moment a personal gift to me. As did my ability to notice this, to be grateful for it.

The miracle of the moment!

If you study of scriptures, you find sacredness of life.

In utter humility, bow to What Is. And in time, crying one's guts out, howling, bowing to IT, "knowing" comes. As a gift of the Divine.

I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradition, a folk tradition.

You can't replicate walking 94 days through the wilderness by yourself with a really heavy pack until you do it.

The church is not made up of spiritual giants; only broken men can lead others to the cross.

Help yourself by helping others.

Come what may, I have been blest.

Middle school's amazing. It is extraordinary. An extraordinary time.

Leave at night and you reach Australia next morning. But it took 28 years for an Indian PM to come to Australia!