I believe with all my heart that the Church of Jesus Christ should be a Church of blurred edges.

When the fire of prayer goes out, the barrenness of busyness takes over.

People have described me as a management bishop but I say to my critics, Jesus was a management expert too.

If someone talks about union, fidelity, a monogamous relationship, love, blessing; I would say it sounds like marriage to me. And blessing, you see, I think is undermining our sacrament of marriage.

I think in my own country, at the way we've seen through the ordination of women to the priesthood, which I'm delighted about, and that will move on to another level before very long.

I think what Calvinism may offer us is that God's in charge of his world.

But, as you have intimated, I am among those who would be very wary of any military action in the light of Saddam Hussein's willingness to allow the weapons inspectors to go in.

Jesus was a management expert too.

I'm on record as being understood to be a supporter of a reformed establishment, in which other Christian denominations, and other faiths, play a major part.

What I think is that we in the church - and especially I as an Archbishop - I'm responsible for maintaining our rules, and making sure we hold to unity in the Body of Christ.

God loves us all, wants us all to share his kingdom, has a role for us all.

Solitude is a necessary protest to the incursions and the false alarms of society's hysteria, a period of cure and recovery.

Physically stalking as opposed to Instagram stalking, which was kind of great. Leila [from Fifty Shades Darker ] puts my Insta stalking into perspective.

Know your limits, not so that you can honor them, but so that you can smash them to pieces and reach for magnificence.

I prefer to imagine that my wife, a few friends, and occasionally my mom are the only ones who read what I do, though I realize that this is somewhat unrealistic.

It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.

The searcher's eye Not seldom finds more than he wished to find.

When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.

We control the machine. At one point the machine controlled us.

The capitalist class rules but does not govern: it contents itself with ruling the government.

A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind