Life is too short. Love is so important.

After a traumatic experience, the human system of self-preservation seems to go onto permanent alert, as if the danger might return at any moment.

The only real radicalism in our time will come as it always has—from people who insist on thinking for themselves and who reject party-mindedness.

Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it.

The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma.

Religious moderation is the product of secular knowledge and scriptural ignorance.

Over time as most people fail the survivor's exacting test of trustworthiness, she tends to withdraw from relationships. The isolation of the survivor thus persists even after she is free.

My main concern is with the world order

[I]t is difficult to imagine a set of beliefs more suggestive of mental illness than those that lie at the heart of many of our religious traditions.

What are the chances that we will one day discover that DNA has absolutely nothing to do with inheritance? They are effectively zero.

To be against rationalization is not the same as to be opposed to reasoning.

The pull of lingering dreams, the strong, bitter tasteof morning coffee, the ticking clock, and horn of awaiting busform a powerful combination to kick-start the day

[A mother] discovers with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

Let us be terrible in order to prevent the people from being terrible themselves!

The interesting thing about something in the back of your mind is that it can travel pretty far back in your mind.

They care for, protect, and guide God's people, frequently intervening or bring messages to people from God.

Children should be like waffles--you should be able to throw the first one away.

To me, creatively challenging myself is my version of owning the Nets.

A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.

If you have given up your heart ... you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

Mind you, the Elizabethans had so many words for the female genitals that it is quite hard to speak a sentence of modern English without inadvertently mentioning at least three of them.