I marvel at how out of place simple, humble Jesus would be in today's American churches.

There is something so marvelous about women comfortable in their own skin.

Constant prayer interrupts our ego trips and disrupts our toxic trajectories.

The church the Bible described is exciting and adventurous and wrought with sacrifice. It cost believers everything, and they still came.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

I have to trust what I do and then do it.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

I grew up reading comics. I was primarily an 'X-Men' fan, but I definitely dressed up as Spider-Man for Halloween when I was, like, 12 years old. Maybe younger than that.

Summer — summer — summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!

Can you open and close the gate of Heaven and act like a woman?

There is no safer. There’s not even safe, never has been.

I don't know if that comes in a number, I don't know if that comes in a plaque, I don't know what it is. If I can keep me and the crew around me happy, stable, and out of jail, then we good.

It seemed funny that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.

As you get older, you accept that there are some tunnels that don't have any light in them, but you go down them anyway.