Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: "You're either on the bus...or off the bus.

A cult is a religion with no political power.

Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.

I still believe nonfiction is the most important literature to come out of the second half of the 20th century.

A lie may fool someone else, but it tells you the truth: you're weak.

The problem with fiction, it has to be plausible. That's not true with non-fiction.

If a conservative is a liberal who's been mugged, a liberal is a conservative who's been arrested.

It's not just that reporting gives you a bigger slice of life, gives - lends verisimilitude to what you are doing - it's that it feeds the imagination.

The attitude is we live and let live. This is actually an amazing change in values in a rather short time and it's an example of freedom from religion.

Dear Mother, I meant to write you before this and I hope you haven't been worried.... I have met some Beautiful People and...

I never forget. I never forgive. I can wait. I find it very easy to harbor a grudge. I have scores to settle.

To fully carry out your purpose as believers, you have to discover where the people you want to minister to are

Have you ever given yourself to a kiss so completely, that you felt like you surrendered some of yourself and replaced it with a part of them?

Let it go and be free to feel the joy of life.

Always do what you're afraid to do.

Learning to weep, learning to keep vigil, learning to wait for the dawn. Perhaps this is what it means to be human.

Voluntary simplicity means going fewer places in one day rather than more, seeing less so I can see more, doing less so I can do more, acquiring less so I can have more.

I may have become Christian, were it not for Christians.

Is puppy love the reason so many Americans are blind to the incompetence and waste of Republicans - who at a minimum are supposed to be good money managers - running Iraq reconstruction?

Growing up in the '60s and the '70s, things certainly seemed more simplistic and easier to digest.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.