“For reasons that will become obvious, I call this story, "There's a Horse in My Living Room." It's about how I wound up with a horse in my living room.”

“We gallop through our lives like circus performers balancing on two speeding side-by-side horses--one foot is on the horse called "fate," the other on the horse called "free will." And the question you have to ask every day is--which horse is which? Which horse do I need to stop worrying about because it's not under my control, and which do I need to steer with concentrated effort?”

“No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.”

“I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.”

“God is logic's corpse, a wound in reason, grammar's empty skin. (1998)It is as obvious to my left brain that there is no God, as it is obvious to my right brain that the living God is all there is. (2018)”

“I've given up my living room, guest room, job, career, heterosexuality and my stance on no pets in the house, but I'm not giving up my room. I'm drawing a line.”