The challenge for those of us who care about our faith and about a hurting world is to tell stories which will carry the words of grace and hope in their bones and sinews and not wear them like fancy dress.

I guess real maturity, which most of us never achieve, is when you realize that you're not the center of the universe.

February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down.

If you're so afraid of your imagination that you stifle it, how are you going to know God? How can you imagine heaven?

Everything comes in useful once in a hundred years.

Nothing smelled so good or danced so well as a birch fire.

On Decoration Day, while everyone else in town was at the cemetery decorating the graves of our Glorious War Dead, Willie Beaner and me, Robert Burns Hewitt, took Mabel Cramm's bloomers and run them up the flagpole in front of the town hall. That was the beginning of all my troubles.