The world is always going to be dangerous, and people get badly banged up, but how can there be more meaning than helping one another stand up in a wind and stay warm?

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.

... the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it's like they are holding the baby of you.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life's work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

I want to take a trip to Shakespeare's brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.

Taking away the good is even more lethal than pointing out the bad.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

There's many a good tune played by an old banjo.

The mystical kundalini is something that I normally use when we're on field trips, when we go to a place of power.

Of all the knowledge, that most worth having is knowledge about health! The first requisite of a good life is to be a healthy person.

Actually, it's a lot of fun to fight. You know, it's a hell of a hoot.

Militant feminists, I take my hat off to them, they don't like that.

Rascality has limits; stupidity has not.

Armenag Saroyan was the failed poet, the failed Presbyterian preacher, the failed American, the failed theological student.