So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?

Men were good for one thing only. Killing spiders. Other than that, I was on my own. It was sad though. Where was the chivalry of yesteryear?

I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah

He'd once explained that when he was a boy his very proper parents had forbidden him and his brothers to curse in the house so 'feather buckets' was the young boys coded way of saying 'f*ck it

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

A good mind is the mind which leaves no one on the ground when rising!

Compassion for oneself requires a willingness to step OUTside your own story and see it with loving eyes

No matter what they say in the conferences and symposiums about poverty and hunger in the world. At the end, they are the first one forgetting us.

I destroy the image after I've made it, obliterate it a little so you never have it completely there.

You cannot find, I believe, a case in the Bible where a man is converted without God's calling in some human agency--using some human instrument.

Most couples have not had hundreds of arguments; they've had the same argument hundreds of times.

Backward is just not a natural direction for Americans to look - historical ignorance remains a national characteristic.

A writer's notebook is the best way in the world to immortalize bad ideas. My idea about a good idea is one that sticks around and sticks around and sticks around.

Real optimism sees the negatives but accentuates the positive.