Science is another language we use to talk about the same miracles that faith talks about.
Miracles aren’t my thing, but I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.
Prodigies appear in the oddest of places.
Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.
People want miracles. Maybe the only miracle is I can take your hand. That’s the miracle, the striking through, the freeing of the caged heart. ‘Cause without it… life is just half lived.
I do not perform miracles. I simply find myself at the center of coincidences.
The more you doubt it, the more marvelous the miracle.
The funny thing about miracles is they happen every day. An angel has a child with a human. The Devil can fall in love. We can all learn. And we can all grow.
