Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

There are times when I feel that he has withdrawn from me, and I have often given him cause, but Easter is always the answer to My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!

To pray is to listen, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say.

Friends--or lovers--are not always available to each other. Inner turmoils can cause us to be unhearing when someone needs us, to need to receive understanding when we should be giving understanding.

If our lives are truly "hid with Christ in God," the astounding thing is that this hiddenness is revealed in all that we do and say and write. What we are is going to be visible in our art, no matter how secular (on the surface) the subject may be.

I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.

To write for children at all is an act of faith.