It was a dark and stormy night.

A truly great work of art breaks beyond the bounds of the period and culture in which it is created, so final judgement on a current book has to be deferred until it can be seen outside this present moment.

We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledging that they cannot take us all the way.

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.

We human beings grow through our failures, not our virtues.

We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.

The primary needs can be filled without language. We can eat, sleep, make love, build a house, bear children, without language. But we cannot ask questions. We cannot ask, 'Who am I? Who are you? Why?