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...why, after all this sex, am I still ashamed about sex? Why, when I look at a woman, does the guilt follow so quickly upon the desire that the two have become indistinguishable?
We forget what missiles our words are, how much damage we can cause with one thoughtless comment between the coffee and the toast.
I'm looking for a writer who doesn't know where the sentence is leading her; a writer who starts with her obsessions and whose heart is bursting with love, a writer sly enough to give the slip to her secret police, the ones who know her so well, the ones with the power to accuse and condemn in the blink of an eye. It's all right that she doesn't know what she's thinking until she writes it, as if the words already exist somewhere and draw her to them. She may not know how she got there, but she knows when she's arrived.
The comment is abrupt, uncalled for, yet clearly important for him to get across, a way of naming himself, turning out his pockets, the way others let on in a hurry that they know Christ, or where to get cocaine.
We're an odd match. Imagine Ronald Reagan and Jesse Jackson; imagine night and day. George has built nuclear reactors and believes in them fiercely. We stay away from this and other subjects the way I'd stay away from Three Mile Island. After all, I have plenty of friends who share my most impassioned opinions; we can have an orgy of agreement any day at the natural foods restaurant, over a sprout sandwich. But he's the one out here helping.
After forty years, with whatever authority comes from lived experience, I can say: You, too, can create something. You can nurture it and watch it grow.
We are always mistaking the suffering of others; it's either much worse than we think or not nearly so bad.
My deepest gratitude goes to those we've quoted - men and women who labored long and hard to express in a few words a lifetime of experience; others who rarely wrote but paused in the middle of a busy life or a sleepless night with pen in hand, who wept and found a way to make of their suffering a gift, who laughed and found a way to make us laugh, too.
In that dark chamber of my heart, where I confuse being right with being loved....
In my more lucid moments I know that God is right here, right now; that God is the luminous mystery at the heart of creation and that God is here in the joys and sorrows of the world. And I try to see God in everything and treat all life with reverence.
How mysteriously alone we are! How tempting to imagine that if we're loved, our loneliness will be dispelled.
I've cried out, and my cry has been answered--but life, with all its contradictions and ambiguities, hasn't ended there. The thirsty man drinks and gets thirsty again.
...pretending our inner lives are a weight our bodies have been burdened with, that love is something we make for a few minutes at the end of the day.
The bed becomes your church; you pass the collection plate back and forth until you've given too much, then your poverty becomes your gift.... And though, in days or months or years to come, you'll swear you were fooling yourself, you weren't; it really happened.... above you for a moment hovered the dove.
...if you believe, instead, that the passing years are a celebration of life, who knows what they'll bring?
Nothing the night said about the morning turned out to be true.
