I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.
I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.
My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.
We're frightened of what makes us different.