In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained down. And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real.
Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.
I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.
The mosquitoes here are big enough to rape a chicken.
Until I can feel as ecstatic about having a baby as I felt about going to New Zealand to search for giant squid, I cannot have a baby.
Devotion is diligence without assurance.
The Yogic scriptures say that God responds to the sacred prayers and efforts of human beings in any way whatsoever that mortals choose to worship – just so long as those prayers are sincere.
I watched them, thinking that little girls who make their mothers live grow up to be such powerful women.
Devotion is diligence without assurance. If faith were rational, it wouldn’t be by definition faith. Faith is walking face-first and full speed into the dark.
As far as we know, we are the only species on the planet who have been given the gift-or curse, perhaps-of awareness about our own mortality. Everything here eventually dies; we’re just the lucky ones who get to think about this fact every day.
I like it when science and devotion find places of intersection.
We have hands; we can stand on them if we want to. That’s our privilege. That’s the joy of a mortal body. And that’s why God needs us. Because God loves to feel things through our hands.
We’re miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.
It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated.
Teach your heart that this is destiny.
There’s no trouble in this world so serious that it can’t be cured with a hot bath, a glass of whiskey, and the Book of Common Prayer.
Life’s metaphors are God’s instructions.
I have a rigid self-accountability. You have to work hard.
If I could read while I was driving, showering, socializing or sleeping, I would do it.
I’ve always been afraid of saying no to people because I don’t want them to be disappointed and dislike me.