Listen to your life. All moments are key moments.

The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.

Your vocation in life is where your greatest joy meets the world's greatest need.

We find by losing. We hold fast by letting go. We become something new by ceasing to be something old.

Pay attention to the things that bring a tear to your eye or a lump in your throat because they are signs that the holy is drawing near.

Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.

The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.

The world says, The more you take, the more you have. Christ says, the more you give, the more you are.

The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.

Maybe it's true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.

I never understand when people say, 'School days are the best of your life.' So it's all downhill from 16? How depressing.

I saw my first gig here actually (Festival Hall in Brisbane) Duran Duran.

One of Beethoven's favorite dishes was macaroni and cheese. The girl I marry must be able to make good macaroni and cheese..." "How did Beethoven feel about cold cereal?

My philosophy is that to be a director you cannot be subject to anyone, even the head of the studio. I threatened to quit each time I didn't get my way, but no one ever let me walk out.

You think religion is what's inside a little building filled with pretty lights from stained glass windows. But it's not. It's wings! Wings!

Break up the institution of the family, deny the inviolability of its relations, and in a little while there would not be any humanity.

Unfortunately, we are very poor with PR skills but in serving people- we are superhero.

How earthy old people become --moldy as the grave! Their wisdom smacks of the earth. There is no foretaste of immortality in it. They remind me of earthworms and mole crickets.