Life is a story. Why do we die? Because we live. Why do we live? Because our Maker opened His mouth and began to tell a story.

In Bright Shadow: C.S. Lewis on the Imagination for Theology and Discipleship

But God never seems capable of moderation

Tom had traveled around the sun eleven times when the delivery truck brought his mother's newest fridge, but a number doesn't really describe his age.

Here Spring just grows and greens and warms, spreading life, wrapping us in her arms, until suddenly we realize that she's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. A woman named Summer.

Do not slip into writing for the mind and the mind alone. In other words, do not play merely upon our ability to reason. And do not focus only on visuals. Write for the whole person.

Spring is worth the wait. Life is worth the death.