I think life is staggering and we're just too used to it.

If honesty is the key to intimacy, it means we don't have to be perfect and we don't have to pretend to be perfect.

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.

Every human being is searching for a deep sense of meaning, and yet we're all chasing success. We've confused one for the other.

Your life is a blank page. You write on it.

I am early in my story, but I believe I will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven I will reflect upon these early days, these days when it seemed God was down a dirt road, walking toward me. Years ago He was a swinging speck in the distance; now He is close enough I can hear His singing. Soon I will see the lines on His face.

I used to write when I was in the mood or felt inspired. Anymore, I write whether I feel inspired or not. It's a discipline. So that's definitely different. It's part of maturing as a person and as a professional.