There are at least two kinds of games. One could be called finite, the other, infinite. A finite game is played for the purpose of winning, an infinite game for the purpose of continuing the play.

What I have experienced, and experienced repeatedly, is the silence of God. For many years, this was a distressing matter for me. I did not consider it an experience, but the absence of an experience.

The finite play for life is serious; the infinite play of life is joyous.

In an encounter with divine reality, we do not hear a voice but acquire a voice, and the voice we acquire is our own.

I don't appreciate Internet cyber bullying at all. It's not fair. With me, it gets hard because I have four children. My 8 year old son reads lies about his father, when I'm his hero.

I grew up in a household where reading was encouraged. My mother believed in the power of words, and my father obviously did too.

I know how fortunate I am and my family are to be healthy.

No doubt, my parents were hardworking, you know, middle class. My father, when my sister and I were younger, he was a parking attendant at the old Dunes Hotel and Casino. My mother was a bookkeeper in a title company.