One of the awful things about writing when you are a Christian is that for you the ultimate reality is the Incarnation, the present reality is the Incarnation, and nobody believes in the Incarnation; that is, nobody in your audience. My audience are the people who think God is dead. At least these are the people I am conscious of writing for.

People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.

It is a good deal easier for most people to state an abstract idea than to describe and thus re-create some object they actually see.

I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.

A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.

Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead," The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He shown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but throw away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then it's nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness," he said and his voice had become almost a snarl.

Go warn the children of God of the terrible speed of mercy.