Anne Lamott

She lived in fear of ifonic endings. (91).

One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness.

The clipping said forgiveness meant that God is for giving, and that we are here for giving too, and that to withold love or blessings is to be completely delusional.

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

When we did art with the kids, the demons would lie down.

First find a path, and a little light to see by. Then push up your sleeves and start helping.

If you don't know where to start, remember that every single thing that happened to you is yours and you get to tell it.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

Hope is not logical. It always comes as a surprise, just when you think all hope is lost. Hope is the cousin to grief, and both take time: you can’t short-circuit grief, or emptiness, and you can’t patch it up with your bicycle tire tube kit. You have to take the next right action.

Writing like this is a little like milking a cow: the milk is so rich and delicious, and the cow is so glad you did it.

You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town.

There was going to be a spot for me in this joint, the earth, after all. It was never going to be a great match for someone as bright and strange as me, but books were going to make it survivable.