I think the real problem for American religion are those minority of fundamentalists who try to identify political policies with religion.

I have terrible handwriting. I now say it's a learning disability... but a nun who was a very troubled woman hit me over the fingers with a ruler because my writing was so bad.

Angels represent God's personal care for each one of us.

Angels are wonderful and exciting, and they have the appeal of beings who will take care of us and manifest God's personal concern.

God draws straight with crooked lines.

It is possible to begin again. It is hard, and we never do it perfectly, but it can be done.

We are born with two incurable diseases, life, from which we die, and hope, which says maybe death isn't the end.

I think the only kind of acceptable evangelization is the evangelization of good example.

The highest love of all finds its fulfillment not in what it keeps, but in what it gives.

My songs will pass and be forgotten. What counts, however, is that I sang them.

Since the end of the World War II, the United States has fought three "small" wars...we lost all three of them and for the same reason-hubris.

Perchance you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it.

Authenticity inspires. Just be real.

Men may or may not be better drivers than women, but they seem to die more often trying to prove that they are.

I'm in no rush. One day I'll find a nice guy.

If you live your life the right way, you work hard, you go about things the right way, eventually something good's going to come of it.

I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.

Stand-up, for me, is really more of an addiction, so you have to feed the beast whenever you can.

I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the "lower animals" (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me.

Miriam realizes she is a broken vessel, pieces of her scattered everywhere. She has been finding those pieces, in their many forms, and bringing them together so she can be whole again.

In the finished article, the only thing that is important is whether it moves you or not. There is nothing else that is important at all.