There is nothing fatherly about time and what it does to us, either.

None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another’s salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light.

One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren't happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

The world is a very complex and interesting place and that is what I really want my fiction to say: wake up to how amazing the world is.

The only reason I would write a sequel is if I were struck by an idea that I felt to be equal to the original. Too many sequels diminish the original.

The word impossible contains the word possible' What's that-- some Zen thing?' I think Star Trek. Mr. Spock.

I just became fascinated with how complex and unlikely the universe is and life is and Catholicism gives me an answer to that.