“In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger's act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.”

“One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.”

“Seasons may change winter to spring, but I love you until the end of timeCome what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying daySuddenly the world seems such a perfect placeSuddenly it moves with such a perfect graceSuddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste, it all revolves around you.And there’s no mountain too high no river too wideSing out this song and I’ll be there by your sideStorm clouds may gather and stars may collideBut I love you until the end of time”

“Being an agnostic means all things are possible, even God, even the Holy Trinity. This world is so strange that anything may happen, or may not happen. Being an agnostic makes me live in a larger, a more fantastic kind of world, almost uncanny. It makes me more tolerant.”

“Women, in general, will find it difficult to turn from a man and stop demanding that he meets their needs, provides security, and protects their identity, and return to me. Men, in general, find it very hard to turn from the works of their hands, their own quests for power and security and significance, and turn to me.”

“It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.”