...he felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

There would be no grand absolution, only forgiveness meter out in these precious sips. I would well up from Hugh's heart in spoonfuls, and he would feed it to me. And it would be enough.

There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.

You're looking for a reason, " she said. "And that doesn't help. It doesn't change the present.

I have come here not to find answers, but to find a way to live in a world without any.

A true lover is like a flower.

A knife is cutlery in one hand and a weapon in another.

Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.

I get asked to give stuff to my dad. I'm, like, 'I'm not gonna pass your script to him!' You know? My dad's my dad. I'm not his agent.

Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.

The holy days are the best times to focus on real enthusiasm, the inner source that lightens and sanctifies our lives all year.

If we're going to affect policy, or affect attitudes, for me, the adults have always been the target population.

The only purpose of starting is to finish, and while the projects we do are never really finished, they must ship.

I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.