God himself does not give answers. He gives himself.

They are prepared for a God who strikes hard bargains but not for a God who gives as much for an hour's work as for a day's. They are prepared for a mustard-seed kingdom of God no bigger than the eye of a newt but not for the great banyan it becomes with birds in its branches singing Mozart. They are prepared for the potluck supper at First Presbyterian but not for the marriage supper of the lamb.

It's not as if I knew answers which I am going to set down in the form of a novel or a memoir or a sermon. It's, rather, I'm going to search myself for what I might have to say in this area.

Becoming a Christian was terribly helpful to me. I can't imagine finding my way without it. I think it can be very crucially important to ally yourself with some religion.

The world speaks of holy things in the only language it knows, which is worldly language.

There is no event so common place but that God is present within it, always hidden, always leaving you room to recognize Him or not to recognize Him.

I don't know how to save my own life, so anything they've found in what I've written that saved theirs - I can't take responsibility for it.