Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it's the same amount of infinity, rolling out in all directions from where we stand.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

Arterial-plaque specials that save minutes now can cost years, later on.

Nonfiction requires enormous discipline. You construct the terms of your story, and then you stick to them.

Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.

There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.

Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.