The most miraculous moments of my life were not when my daughter and son were born, but when the second or third Prozac pill shot down my throat and catapulted me into a world called sane.

Wounds, I think, are never confined to a single skin but reach out to rasp us all.

... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.

I didn't know then that the mind, like the earth, has several layers: a crust, a mantle, a boiling core.

I watch the sky progress through its morning paces, the light turning from rose to saffron as the sun ascends, its rays like ribbons tangling in the tops of trees.

Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.

...tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.... the window rosy with anemic November light.

...the clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.

It is a fundamental misperception, " Fouts says to me, "to think human life has more value than any other life form.

No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another either by argument or emotional appeal.

I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First let her think she's having her way. And second let her have it.

I love surfing, rock climbing, cycling - all that stuff. But it's just amazing that I can inspire people with my running. It's humbling, really.

Without the right tools, we can't police our markets from illegal trade.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

Besides the physical ordinance of baptism and the laying on of hands, one must be spiritually born again to gain exaltation and eternal life.

In college you learn about college

What is passion? Passion is surely the becoming of a person.

If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

Painting is an object, but it's also a voice. I don't see them as objects; I see them as voices.