The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

We have no idea who we really are. Whatever glory bestowed, whatever glory is being restored, we thought the whole Christian thing was about... something else. Trying not to sin. Going to church. Being nice. Jesus says it is about healing your heart, setting it free, restoring your glory. A religious fog has tried to veil all that, put us under some sort of spell or amnesia, to keeup us from coming alive.

For after years of living in a cage, a lion no longer even believes it is a lion . . . and a man no longer believes he is a man.

When a woman forsakes her vulnerability because she's been hurt or because she lives in a dangerous world or doesn't want to be used, she loses something essential about being a woman.

I wasn't mean; I wasn't evil. I was nice. And let me tell you, a hesitant man is the last thing in the world a woman needs. She needs a lover and a warrior, not a Really Nice Guy.

They ignore what is deep and true to a man's heart, his real passions, and simply try to shape him up through various forms of pressure.

Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living.