Cosmology is a science which has only a few observable facts to work with.

My heart is a harness of nothing, deflated balloon, and a place of loss.

Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.

A writer writes. There are no exceptions to this reality. No excuses. Stop wasting time talking about your stories and get them on paper.

The ground is level at the foot of the cross.

Think about it. If I say to you, "Oh! I wrote a 500-page book on that!" Don’t your eyebrows go up?

I thought the attractions of being an astronaut were actually, not so much the Moon, but flying in a completely new medium.

I'm a little commitment phobic, in that I've always been someone who likes to take things one year at a time because as we all know, a year can change everything in your life.

I think the great livers, the people who are fully self-actualizing and alive, are the great givers.

I don't have much desire to move to LA much yet. I don't think you can expect it any time soon, but who knows what can happen in the future.

What man's life is not overtaken by one or more of those tornadoes that send us out of the course, and fling us on rocks to shelter as best we may?