I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is.
We always prefer war on our own terms to peace on someone else's.
Spite is never lonely; envy always tags along.
It's hard to feel middle-aged, because how can you tell how long you are going to live?
No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.
Whatever we worship, short of God, is sure to be our undoing.