...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.

It is when people do not allow God to show up through them ... that the world collapses in on itself.

When one of my friends becomes a Christian, which happens about every 10 years because I am a sheep about sharing my faith, the experience is euphoric. I see in their eyes the trueness of the story.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, sit down with myself and explain that things were going to be okay, that everybody loses ground sometimes and it doesn’t mean anything. It’s the way life works. This is hard to understand in the moment. You get to thinking about the girl who rejected you, the job you got fired from, the test you failed, and you lose sight of the big picture — the fact that life has a beautiful way of remaking itself every few weeks.

It's possible to do both as a writer - to engage and have a family and all that good stuff - and I chose not to for the sake of the career.

If a piece of genius comes, it comes, and it if doesn't, it doesn't.

There's a genius part of you that wants to create. That part of you wants to talk to God. Get out of the way.