The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

But keep characters in propinquity long enough and a story will always develop a plot.

Prayer no longer seems like an activity to me; it has become the continuing language of the relationship I believe God designed to fulfill a human life.

I am deeply a part of the problem for which Christ died.

I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.

A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.