God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?

It was the price of survival. The cost of his people's last, desperate gamble: To rid his new home of humanity, he had to become human. And being human, he had to overcome his humanity.

In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!