I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.
You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind.
This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.
I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.
Every little thing wants to be loved.
Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.
A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.
Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?
The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.