It is one thing to say you're at war with this whole world and stick your chest out believing it, but when the world shows up with it's crushing numbers and its predatory knowledge, it is another thing completely.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

Fair is whatever God wants to do.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.