There are so many flaws, .. I don't think they can be fixed.

There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

Telling our stories is what saves us. The story is enough... The very act of storytelling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of narrative is, by definition, holy.

The whole story of human and personal progress is an unmitigated tale of denials today-denials of rest, denials or repose and comfort and ease and pleasure-that tomorrow may be richer.

Memory is a political act. Forgetfulness is the handmaiden of tyranny.

Before entering the seminary, I had not encountered the life-changing potential of reading as a source of meaning, as a way of ordering one's inner life, and being rooted in the world.

Dessert was an over baked chocolate chip cookies the size of a hockey puck and just about as tasty.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors, as if there were room only for the first-raters.

It is, I think, a good deal owing to the preponderance of the commercial element in Society that conversation has sunk to its present dull level of conventional chatter.

I've been blessed to have done different roles, but I don't think people see me as funny.

Liminal sucks. You can't grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can't make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner, or avoid the in-betweens. You can only hang in there, and get through them.

When you call people we you find it easy to be unfair to them, since you yourself are included in the condemnation.

The secret of sound education is to get each pupil to learn for himself, instead of instructing him by driving knowledge into him on a stereotyped system.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die.

If humor is not present, I tend to be concerned about the artist, or distrusting of what they're presenting - unless there is an obvious tragedy being talked about.

This is the great challenge: to maintain passion for the everyday routine and the endlessly repeated act, to derive deep gratification from the mundane.