Being a parent is absolutely exhausting and draining, along with all the joy and love.

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.

Love rekindles lose hope.

she died of internal weeping

To me the Yiddish language and the conduct of those who spoke it are identical.

I ain't a new artist, I'm good in the studio, I don't need somebody to hold my hand in the studio. I don't even really want them all over my album or anything like that.

No one has success, until he has the abounding life. This is made up of the many-fold qualities of energy, enthusiasm, and gladness.

Whatever materializes worship hinders man's spiritual growth and keeps him from demonstrating his power over error.

My father slapped my thighs with a variety of meats until I began to cry and sulked in the corner. I later became a musician

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

Fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.