Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

Man is; it matters to him; this is terrifying unless it matters to God, too, because this is the only possible reason we can matter to ourselves.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

You cannot see the past that did not happen any more than you can foresee the future.

They are very young. And on their earth, as they call it, they never communicate with other planets. They revolve about all alone in space." "Oh," the thin beast said. "Aren't they lonely?

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.