About the time I told God that He didn't exist, I was desperate for an identity.

Reality is like a fine wine, ” he said to me. “It will not appeal to children.

The separation of truth from reason is a dangerous game. I think ideas have to sink very deeply into a person's soul, into their being, before they can effect change.

In church, the rules of the lifeboat don't apply. Church is the refuge where the Kingdom of God is emulated, not mocked.

What good does it do to tell somebody to live morally so they can die 50 years later and apparently go to Hell?

(The monks) approach was far less narcissistic and our tends to be. Their goal when reading Scripture was to see Christ in every verse, and not a mirror image of themselves.

Because it is so scatterbrained and has absolutely no charts and graphs, I'm actually quite surprised the Bible sells.

The actual language of life is not the charts and graphs and stuff we map out to feel smart. The hidden language we are speaking is really about negotiating the feeling God used to give us.

Jesus had no regard for the lifeboat politics you and I live within every day.

The repentance we are called to is about choosing one audience over another.

A big part of me needed something outside myself to tell me who I was. The thing that had been designed to tell me who I was was gone.

You are my other self

We live in one world together. It's more important than ever to be friend to all.

To believe in moments makes life endless, no?

I don't know what it's like to be Jewish, but I suspect there is some aspect of that: being Jewish is the thing that bonds you as opposed to being Jewish from Poland, or Jewish from Hungary.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

A soul living in tune with its internal purpose is bound to create utter magic.

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.

People who live in an age of corruption are witty and slanderous; they know that there are other kinds of murder than by dagger or assault; they also know that whatever is well said is believed.

It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

No one leaves an old friend unless they are ashamed.