...part of the mind's job was to cast doubt on what the heart knew to be true, and the heart, because it had no words, often lost the argument

Freeform radio is an art form. The airwaves are the empty canvas, the producer is the artist, and the sound is the paint.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

Faith is not something that one has; faith is something that one practices at the very moment in your life when you really don't believe anything, and you're in the worst kind of despair.

... the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

The failure of modern living is the failure of the imagination...Literature is the royal road that enables us to enter the realm of the imagination.