All I have learned through trial and error is to stay alert and aware, especially God smiling @ our silliness.

Be daring enough to be different, humble enough to make mistakes, wild enough to be burnt in the fire of love, real enough to make others see how phony you are.

God loves you unconditionally, as you are and not as you should be, because nobody is as they should be.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it.

A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.

In every encounter we either give life or we drain it; there is no neutral exchange.

To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God's grace means.

Jesus comes not for the super-spiritual but for the wobbly and the weak-kneed who know they don’t have it all together, and who are not too proud to accept the handout of amazing grace.

Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.

In Love's service, only wounded soldiers can serve.

There is a sacred lesson in any situation.

If you stand in the way of two people who were meant to be together, destiny's train will run you over.

Lust arrives as an angel disguised as love, but it's still lust, not love.

If we pretend to respect the artist at all we must allow him his freedom of choice , in the face, in particular cases, of innumerable presumptions that the choice will not fructify.

If we go as far as we can into the darkness, regardless of the consequences, I believe a midnight truth will free us from our bondage to violence and bring us to the light of peace.

I thought it was a wonderful line - right on the cutting room floor.

The psychiatrist must become a fellow traveler with his patient.

So the blues player, he ain't worried and bothered, but he's got something for the worried people.

Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.

A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.