I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I never cut my neighbor's throat

To speak of mystery in a Christian sense means that the human mind is finite and not fully able to understand, deduce or even contain the deep structures of God's reality.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

On the methodological issue, I think that would be hopeless to try to adjudicate between my view and orthodoxy by appeal to phenomenological introspection. We need to know about brain mechanisms.

People are telling me they're praying for me. They're proud of me. They're thankful for the things I've said in the mainstream media. I have to give the glory to God for that.

People are effective because they say 'no,' because they say, 'this isn't for me.'

For every one step that you take in the pursuit of higher knowledge, take three steps in the perfection of your own character

I'm buying things for people I don't even know. I'm like Willy Wonka, but more manipulative. Imagine if Willy Wonka had a devious goal.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

I'm kind of like a bit of everything wrapped into one.