I think most of us are looking for a calling, not a job. Most of us, like the assembly-line worker, have jobs that are too small for our spirit. Jobs are not big enough for people.

Managing a goal is the best way to guarantee reaching it.

But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Yesterday, I did some painting then went out to buy an onion and came home and watched 'University Challenge.' The onion was probably the highlight.

The pride never leads, never submits, and never leaves.

I want the freedom to carve and chisel my own face, to staunch the bleeding with ashes, to fashion my own gods out of my entrails.

For those without faith there are no answers, for those with faith there are no questions.

I always related my favorite music to the movies.

I knew one thing: as soon as anyone said you didn't need a gun, you'd better take one along that worked.

I battle to fall asleep at night. My mind races every other night. I have always been like this, for as long as I can reminder.

For Christians, the problem is not how to reconcile homosexuality with scriptural passages that condemn it, but how to reconcile the rejection and punishment of homosexuals with the love of Christ.