Authentic Christianity should lead to maturity, personality, and reality. It should fashion whole men and women living lives of love and communion

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.

Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest.

Durum semolina, golden wheat wafting in Italian fields. Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness

If Cupid misses the heart, he touches the body fatally. (Si Cupidon rate le cœur, - Il touche mortellement le corps)

I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.

In the culture we live in, there's this pervasive, shared agreement that there's a certain body type to admire, and it isn't actually based on anything real or substantive.

I never went out and said, "I want to do this." I never do that. I wait for things to come to me, either within or without, and I go along with it.

Am I like the optimist who, while falling ten stories from a building, says at each story, I'm all right so far?

We have lived through the era when happiness was a warm puppy, and the era when happiness was a dry martini, and now we have come to the era when happiness is 'knowing what your uterus looks like'.

Extended empires are like expanded gold, exchanging solid strength for feeble splendor.