Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered little ‘why’.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.

Saints can spring from any soil.

Only God sees the sparrow fall, but even God doesn't do anything about it.

There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.