That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted. When I cease to be carried along, when I no longer feel as though I were taking down dictation, I stop.

The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities are called upon to warrant the protection and fulfillment of this pact.

Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you're kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn't read into the things you say.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.