It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts of our reality, and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality, or it would not be reasonable.

I love writing books - I really do. If I could just quit everything and work on a book every day, I would love that most.

My Sunday school teachers had turned Bible narrative into children's fables. They talked about Noah and the ark because the story had animals in it. They failed to mention that this was when God massacred all of humanity.

The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: life is a story about me.

...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.

I'm just trying to make the point that the story we're telling ourselves is often very different from the story we're telling the people around us.

Nothing is going to change in congo until you and i figure out what is wrong with the person inside the mirror