You learn to write by doing it.

There's nothing more physically exhausting than a sense of failure.

Almost all the joyful things of life are outside the measure of IQ tests.

Great art transcends its culture and touches on that which is eternal.

For that moment, at least, all our doors and windows were wide open; we were not carefully shutting out God's purifying light, in order to feel safe and secure; we were bathed in the same light that burned and yet did not consume the bush. We walked barefoot on holy ground.

Dare I? Of course I don't. But I'm going to anyhow because I have no choice.

Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this — and out of nothing — can still count the hairs of my head.