The world is my lobster.

Be yourself. Love yourself. This is your sacred self.

More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul. ... The losses piled up.

I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights)

If you believe...you will!

That empty sick feeling came over me again. In a big school it was easy to fade into the background, but I didn’t know if that would be possible here. I tried not to think about it anymore.

The strongest streak in the American character is a fierce pragmatism that mistrust blind ideology of every stripe and insists on finding what really works.

Christianity, whatever else it is, is an explosion. Unless it is sensational there is simply no sense in it. Unless the Gospel sounds like a gun going off it has not been uttered at all.

Wherever we go we do harm, forgiving ourselves as wheels do cement for wearing each other out. We set this house on fire, forgetting that we live within. (from "To a Meadowlark," for M.L. Smoker)

The comfort derived from the misery of others is slight.

In truth the social media elements of the Obama campaign, while extremely innovative, did not produce a lot of results.