Without the Christian explanation of original sin, the seemingly silly story of Adam and Eve and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, there was no explanation of conflict. At all.

People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen.

Truth grew in my mind like a fungus, and though I tried to sleep it out, there was no resisting the epiphanies.

I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy's notion of his father.

I think the things we want most in life, the things we think will set us free, are not the thing we need.

Half the time I pick up a book, that's what I'm trying to get.

Great stories move through fear.