Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.

You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.

We must not inflict life on children who will be resented; we must not inflict unwanted children on society.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere... You don't have to dress up, for instance, and you can't hear them boo you right away.