To share poetry is one of the most intimate acts of friendship possible.

The part of us that has to be burned away is something like the deadwood on the bush; it has to go, to be burned in the terrible fire of reality, until there is nothing left but . . . what we are meant to be.

With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do. I've never had a feeling in my life. As a matter of fact, I matter only with earth people.

A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.

It is the ability to choose which makes us human.

Only Christ can free us from the prison of legalism, and then only if we are willing to be freed.