Frederick Buechner can find grace and redemption even in the shoddiest, phoniest aspects of a cultural wasteland. One reads Lion Country...with hope and delight.

We were not as rich as the Rockefellers or Mellons, but we were rich enough to know how rich they were.

The only thing that keeps a man going is energy. And what is energy but liking life?

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

Frederick Buechner can find grace and redemption even in the shoddiest, phoniest aspects of a cultural wasteland. One reads Lion Country...with hope and delight.

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

Buechner is a worthy member of the great prose stylists: Pascal, Newman, and Merton, who have harnessed their art to a passionate religious faith.