These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.

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.

It is not what to do, but how much love we put into the doing. We can do not greats, only small things with great love." - Mother Theresa

if you rest at work, you will work at rest

Call me a dreamer, but I think it would be great if getting medical attention were as easy as getting a gun.

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it “wind tossed.” If only she knew.

I don't even want to have things associated with my name on the internet - it's very dangerous.

Hard things take time to do. Impossible things take a little longer.

With all their damned talk of modern painting, I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colours is black!

Hope remains the highest reality, the age-old power.